The Blue Hen's Chickens.


Song performed by: Dean Potter, Leslie Beukelman (vocals) and Tara Dirst (banjo). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.

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By J. A. Allderdice, Of Wilmington, Del.
Air -- Old Dan Tucker.

It has been known that here of late,
That Delaware's called the banner state,
To Baltimore her "chickens" went,
For at home they could not be content.
Get out of the way, you're all too late,
For the chickens of the banner state


From Brandywine's blue rocks and hills
To Sussex's plains and gentle rills,
We raised a shout for Harry Clay,
In Baltimore the second of May.
Get out of the way, &c.

The big ball sent by Allegany,
Will be roll'd through here and Pennsylvany,
And wherever it goes the people will be risin',
For Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen.
Get out of the way, &c.

Firm to her post old Kent will stand,
The capitol she will command,
In New Castle we'll walk o'er the course,
Just as easy as a full blood horse.
Get out of the way, &c.

The Blue Hen's Chickens are whig to the core,
And they'll soon run all the Lokies ashore,
Our banner now waves above the horizon,
For Stockton, Clay, and Frelinghuysen.
Get out of the way, &c.