Song and Chorus.

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TUNE — Old Tip's the Boy.

Come one and all, obey the call,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
And rally round on freedom's ground,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
Renouncing all the Tyler truck,
Once more we mean to try our luck,
With Harry Clay of old Kentuck.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

A Western star that shines afar,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
A ray of light, that quivers bright,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
Then place him proudly on your crest,
A man with truth and wisdom blest,
The Lion Statesman of the West,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

While Harry's there let none despair,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
For when he spoke the tyrants shook,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
Who in a dark and doleful hour,
His voice in thunder tones did pour,
Against that fatal veto power.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

The Battle fights of all State Rights,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
With Union too he's firm and true,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.

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And looking to our rights alone,
Strict justice he would not postpone,
But give to every state her own.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

The sterling friend of old North Bend,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah,
The ladies too, believe him true,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
The Father of Columbia's cause,
Whose measures must demand applause,
A Tariff and Protecting Laws.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

With Benton's god he can't be fooled,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
Not Tyler's plan, Calhoun, nor Van.
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
But dauntless he will face the storm;
Our currency he will reform,
And make it sound and uniform,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

Our cause is just and thrive it must,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
Then let's be wise and seize the prize,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
Let every Whig go hand in hand,
And form one patriotic band,
To save this blest and happy land,
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.