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John C. Calhoun, My Jo, John, When We Were First Acquaint.Song performed by: Chad Sheridan (vocals) and Tara Dirst (banjo and guitar). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.
Tune--"John Anderson my Jo."
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John, when we were first acquaint
You were my chum at Yale, John, and something of a saint;
And Doctor Dwight, God bless him, John, predicted as you know,
You'd be this Nation's President, John C. Calhoun, my Jo.
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John, your sun of promise rose,
In patriotic splendour, John, but murky is its close:
Ambition rank and wild, John, (by that sin, angels go,)
Has blighted the Arch Nullifier, John C. Calhoun, my Jo.
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, My John, "the Greatest and the Best."
Just ineant to hang you up, John, he thought you such a pest;
But the "Great Western" saved you John and turned aside the blow --
Ah, how ungrateful you have proved! John C. Calhoun, my Jo.
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John, you braved the lion's growl
A "Fox" has crossed your path, John, and hounds set up a howl;
But nobly you withstood, John, the beast of all that show,
You stripped the Lion's skin right off, John C. Calhoun, my JO.
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John, a "Weasel" once you spurned,
His "magic" you despised, John, but now your coat is turned;
The Weasel's in your bosom, John, you could not say him no,
His blessing's on your frosty pow, John C. Calhoun, my Jo.
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John you've crooked the bending knee,
But fawning on Van Buren, shall bring no thrill to thee;
From this amalgamation, John what mulish brood shall grow?
Nought but your honour sacrificed, John C. Calhoun, my Jo.
John C. Calhoun, my Jo, John, so far, we've sailed together,
We part, your cruise is closing John, ahead is stormy weather
I see you'll soon be wrecked, John, and grieve that it is so;
Oh, what a fall, my countrymen! John C. Calhoun, my Jo.