The Same Old Coon.

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BY REV. W. BROWNLOW.

"Old Chapman he is down you know,
I kratch him mit my heel and toe,
And he need nebber try to crow,
While coon sits on dis rail,
A 'joicing for de Whigs."

As I walked out dis arternoon,
To get a drink by de light ob de moon,
Dar I see day "some Old Coon"
A sittin' on a tree —

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A sittin' on a tree —
A sittin' on a tree,
A sittin' on a tree,
And looking werry glad.

Says I to him, "wot make you grin!
De Lokies say you're dead as sin;
But dare you is — de same old skin —
A sittin' on de tree," &c.

"Ob course I ar'," says he, "and soon
De Whigs will sing de good old tune
About dis werry same "Old Coon,""
A sittin' on de tree, &c.

"When Massa HARRISON — bless his soul!
Begin de great Whig ball to roll,
Why here I sot, and see de whole —
A sittin' on dis tree, &c.

"One ting dar was in dat campain,
I hop to never see again —
It gives dis Old Coon so much pain —
A sittin' on de tree, &c.
Lookin' werry bad.

"De way ‘Ole Weto’ 'd take you in,
I ollers thought would be a sin;
It almost make me shed my skin,
While sittin' on de tree, &c.
Lookin' mighty mad.

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Now when you get into de fray,
Dat will be fout fore many a day,
And end in 'lecting HARRY CLAY,
I'll sit upon dis tree, &c.
Lookin' werry glad.

"And den, I hope, if you put on
Your flag de name of anyone
Wid his'n, 'twill be an "honest John,"
Or else not none at all!
So says dis "Same Old Coon."