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Source: October 1992 Volume 30 Number 4, Pages 133–152


Come Let Us Sing of the Hero Bold

Bob Goshorn

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Come on, my boys, come one, come all,
To Brandywine we're bound, sirs,
We rally at our country's call,
And in her ranks are found, sirs;
We've ta'en Van's physic long enough,
So let him cease to mix it,
We'll swallow no more of his stuff
In any way he'll fix it.

Behold yon manufacturer,
How long and sad his face is,
His loom and spindles, all are stopped,
Alas! how bad his case is;
And still to make the matters worse
The man who rules our nations
Denounces tariffs, to protect
'Gainst foreign importation.

To right these wrongs, the people must
Elect him to preside, sirs,
Who never yet betrayed a trust,
Though often he's been tried, sirs;

Then hats off, hoys, be steady - now
Your utmost voices render,
Three cheers for gallant Harrison,
The famous old North Bender.

These verses, sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle", are from one of the SONGS COMPOSED FOR THE OCCASION, in the collection of the Chester County Historical Society. The "occasion" was the 1840 presidential election.

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"We were drunk down and sung down," Martin Van Buren, the unsuccessful Democrat candidate, is alleged to have complained after William Henry Harrison's victory. And the campaign song, introduced by the hundreds in this campaign, was for the next half century or so to become a widely used means of electioneering and a feature of political rallies and torchlight parades that is almost completely forgot today.

Collections of them, known as "songsters" and ranging in size from just a few pages to paper-bound volumes of 180 pages or. more, first appeared in this campaign, distributed by dozens of different printers and publishers from Massachusetts to Ohio.

As we shall see, these lyrics by the anonymous Chester County poet were neither particularly better nor particularly worse than most of them.

The next song is from the campaign of 1844, four years later. It's called the "Banner Song", and was included in THE KENTUCKY MINSTREL AND JERSEY WARBLER, published by Robertson & Peterson in Philadelphia.

You will note that it is not only a tribute to Henry Clay, the Whig candidate, but also to the needlework of "the West Chester Ladies". It was sung to the tune of "Rosin the Bow".

Ye true hearted Whigs of West Chester,
Who rally so strong here today,
Most glo ious news we will tell you,
So therefore attention! we pray.

The ladies present us a Banner,
Richly mounted and trimmed every way,
They bestow it on us as a token
Of their love for the Patriot CLAY.

Perched on top sits our National Eagle,
In our foes striking fear and dismay;
Whilst under the shade of his pinion,
Is the portrait of great HARRY CLAY.

There then follow seven more stanzas, describing the banner and the significance of its decorations, ending

Then thanks, our best thanks to the Ladies,
For their glorious gift of today;
'T will serve as a faithful momento,
Of them, and their friend HARRY CLAY.

Then rise, gallant Whigs, of West Chester,
Fill your lungs well and give them full play;
With nine cheers for the West Chester Ladies,
And nine for the patriot CLAY.

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Considerably less elegant is "A Whig Song", written "by request for the Union Clay Clubs of East and West Goshen", by W. S. It is from the same songster, and these are three of its seven verses, sung to the tune of "Old Dan Tucker". (During the campaign the "coon" or raccoon was used as a symbol for Clay and his followers; "old Kentuck" is similarly a reference to Clay, and "Jersey blue" to Theodore Frelinghuysen, his running mate.)

The blush of day was nearly gone,
The shades of night were drawing on,
That same old Coon sat on a tree,
And chimed this tune quite merrily.

The Locos hate us bad as "pizen, "
Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen.

He put his thumb up to his nose,
And twirled his fingers at his foes,
Says he, "I'll bet you all my 'tin, '
That old Kentuck the stakes will win."

The Locos hate us bad as "pizen,"
Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen.

It's old Kentuck and Jersey blue,
They are the lads we have in view,
We'll 'lect them sure, and do it soon,
So says the very same old Coon.

The Locos hate us bad as "pizen,"
Henry Clay and Frelinghuysen.

With the Whig ticket of Clay and Frelinghuysen in 1844, an early end for the campaign song was predicted by some: nothing, it was pointed out, rhymes with Frelinghuysen. But there's no "surmisin1", and as sure as "pizen", the number of rhymes was truly "surprisin'". And there were at least a half dozen others, too!

Other Chester Countians were also represented in THE KENTUCKY MINSTREL AND JERSEY WARBLER. Dr. William Darlington contributed a song called "The Mill Boy of the Slashes" in support of Henry Clay, and "Our Glorious Constitution", by Townsend Haines, was included not only in this songster but also in THE LINCOLN AND HAMLIN SONGSTER or THE CONTINENTAL MELODIST sixteen years later.

But generally the songs were published anonymously, or over pseudonyms such as "True Blue" or "Demo1" or "R. E. Publican", with little literary merit claimed for them. As it was so frankly observed in a note to the HAYES AND WHEELER CAMPAIGN CAROLS, a songster published for the 1876 campaign,

"... Generally, political songs are very poor trash; it is not claimed that these 'Campaign Carols' have high literary merit -- their chief claim is their timeliness and the ease with which they may be sung to popular airs. Songs of the sort are better for their simplicity and freedom from any great literary labor."

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As this note indicates, these campaign songs were written to familiar and popular airs or tunes, tunes as "Yankee Doodle", "Rosin the Bow", or "Old Dan Tucker", as already noted. They were songs to be sung.

To list the well-known ballads and tunes adapted for campaign songs would be to make a compendium of the popular music of the period. And as new songs became popular, their music too was stolen for campaign songs: the minstrel songs of the late 1840s and early 1850s, the Civil War ballads in the 1860s, the sentimental songs of the 1870s, the music hall favorites of the 1880s and Gay Nineties. When the operettas of W. S. Gilbert and Sir Arthur Sullivan became so very popular in the late 1870s and 1880s, their tunes too were adapted for election campaigning purposes. Patriotic tunes were borrowed. Even hymns were used!

Whatever songs were liked and sung were used as the music to sing campaign songs to too.

The lyrics were almost as broad in scope. There were songs of praise for the party's candidate; there were songs of criticism for his opponent. There were songs of satire and irony. There were ballads. Occasionally, the issues of the campaign were even discussed in verse, as in the first song from the 1840 campaign, for example, but more often the personal characteristics of a candidate became the "issues" in the campaign song.

Here, then, is a short "treasury" of political campaign songs from the nineteenth century.

There were songs of praise.

Some of them were nothing but vague campaign platitudes, as in these two verses, of three, from "Champions of Liberty", included in the BLAINE AND LOGAN SONGSTER from the 1844 campaign and also in the HARRISON AND MORTON SONGSTER in the next election four years later, sung to "America".

Champions of Liberty!
Choice of the fearless free!
Thy names we sing;
Let every patriot voice
Sing for the freemen 's choice,
And in their names rejoice, -
Loud voices ring!

Honor, integrity,
Freedom and purity, -
Champions of right!
Strong hands will work for you!
True men will vote for you!
Of you, our chosen two,
We sing to-night.

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But not all songs of praise were this general.

In all but three of the elections from 1840 to the end of the century, for example, at least one of the candidates had a military background, and their military exploits were sung about. These verses, of five altogether, of "Old Tip", sung to "The Old Oaken Bucket", included in THE LOG CABIN SONGSTER, in HARRISON MELODIES, and in several other Harrison songsters in the 1840 campaign, are an example.

When dark was the tempest, and hovering o'er us
The clouds of destruction seemed gathering fast,
Like a ray of bright sunshine he stood out before us,
And the clouds passed away with the hurrying blast.
When the Indian's loud yell, and his tomahawk flashing
Spread terror around us, and hope was with few,
Oh then, through the ranks of the enemy dashing,
Sprang forth to the rescue old Tippecanoe.

The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe.

When the cannons were pealing and brave men were reeling
In the cold arm of death from the fire of the foe,
Where the balls flew the quickest and the blows fell the thickest
In front of the battle bold Harry did go.
The force of the enemy soon trembled before him,
And soon from the field of his glory withdrew,
And his warm-hearted comrades in triumph cried o'er him
God bless the bold soldier of Tippecanoe!

The iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier,
The gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe.

After the build-up of Harrison as "the iron-armed soldier, the true-hearted soldier, the gallant old soldier of Tippecanoe", the nomination of Henry Clay in 1844 made it necessary for the Whigs to point to other virtues of their candidate four years later. Here is "The Heroes of Mind", sung to "The Star-Spangled Banner", from WHIG SONGS FOR 1844, published by Greeley & McElrath in New-York. Biographers of Horace Greeley, incidentally, have given him the credit for the idea of the wide-spread use in the 1840s of the campaign song, and have suggested that he wrote, anonymously, many of those used in the 1840 and 1844 Whig campaigns.

Let bards unto fame on the lyre proclaim
The worth of the heroes who flourish the sabre,
But laurels more stainless those sages can claim
Whose voices or pens for their countrymen labor
A nation may boast Of the walls of her coast
Their homes to defend from the enemy's host,
But a country 's defenders will ne'er show their might
Till the pen of the orator stirs them to fight.

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For many years, beginning with Andrew Jackson and enhanced by the "log cabin" campaign of William Henry Harrison, a humble background was considered a political asset for a presidential candidate. This homespun approach is reflected in these verses, of four, of "Old Abe", from THE LINCOLN AND HAMLIN SONGSTER in the 1860 campaign, sung to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne". In the last verse there is also a reference to the slavery issue, and an interesting commentary on governmental ethics.

Old Abe [he] was a pioneer,
His cabin in the wood;
He felled the trees, he shot the deer -
The work he did was good.
But other work is to be done,
A wilder game to chase;
A farm to clear at Washington,
And Abram suits the place.

Old Abe [he] is a working-man,
He knows the sons of toil;
Nor thinks they should compete with slaves,
Upon a virgin soil.
Old Abe [he] is an honest man,
All bribes he'll flee and shun;
0 what a curiosity
He'll be at Washington!

Songs were also sung of a candidate's ancestry to praise him. Here are two of six verses from "0u Standard Bearer", in THE NATIONAL DEMOCRATIC CAMPAIGN SONGSTER, in suppf. rt of Winfield Scott Hancock, from neighboring Montgomery County, in the 1880 campaign. It too was sung to "America".

O, hero brave and true,
Thine onward way pursue -
Thy country calls;
With thy bright, spotless name,
Thy country's splendid fame
Shall shine with glory's flame,
From Freedom's walls.

Son of our early stock,
Thy sire old John Hancock,
His influence gave
In Independence Hall
To Freedom's thrilling call,
Drove tyrants to the wall,
Our land to save.

And, of course, when Benjamin Harrison was a candidate in 1888 and 1892 he was hailed as "Young Tippecanoe" and compared with "Old Tippecanoe", his grandfather. These are the first two verses, of four, of "When Grover Steps Down and Out", from TRUE BLUE REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN SONGS FOR 1888, sung to "When Johnny Comes Marching Home".

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In eighteen hundred and forty oh,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Bill Harrison made the Democrats go,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
And in eighty-eight with his grandson Ben,
We're going to drive them out again.
And we'll yell and shout when Grover steps down and out,

Ben is a chip of the old good block,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
That gave them such a terrible shock,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
With Tippecanoe and his grandson, too
The Democrats hardly know what to do,
And we'll yell and shout when Grover steps down and out.

Or you could sing about the opposition.

In contrast to William Henry Harrison, a military hero and "the farmer of North Bend", for example, the Whigs sang of his opponent, Martin Van Buren, as afraid of battle and a perfumed dandy, living extravagantly in the White House with liveried servants, fine coaches, and French champagne. Typical of these songs is "Little Vanny", from the TIPPECANOE SONG BOOK, sung to the tune "Rosin the Bow". These are among its six verses.

You can't make a song to Van Buren,
Because his long name will not do;
There's nothing about him allurin'
As there is about Tippecanoe!

He never was seen in a battle,
Where bullet and cannon shot flew;
His nerves would be shocked by the rattle
Of a contest like Tippecanoe!

But snug in his pretty silk stockings,
And dressed in his broadcloth all new,
He roasted his shins in a parlour --
Not fighting like Tippecanoe.

And now with his gold spoons and dishes,
He lives like a king with his crew;
He'll feast on the loaves and the fishes,
Till we put in Old Tippecanoe.

These songs sometimes pointed to virtually every aspect of the rival candidate. In "Obituary", for example, from the NATIONAL REPUBLICAN GRANT AND WILSON CAMPAIGN SONG-BOOK in 1872, Ulysses Grant's backers sang about Horace Greeley's dress, his background, his opinions -- all in the past tense because a collapse of his party's platform allegedly causes his death. Ironically, just three weeks after the election Greeley in fact did die, deeply hurt by the abuse he had suffered during the campaign and his defeat. Here are nine of its thirteen verses, sung to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne".

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Old Greeley is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him no more,
He used to wear an old white coat,
All buttoned down before.

Upon his head an old white hat,
He always used to wear,
To cover up his shining head,
So destitute of hair.

A pair of massive spectacles,
He wore upon his nose,
Which made him look benevolent,
As everybody knows.

He was a great newspaper man,
And published the Tribune,
And every day, or month, at least,
He always changed his tune.

Inconstant, fickle, changeable,
Unstable ns the wind,
He first blew hot, and then blew cold,
Just as he changed his mind.

For farming, too, he had a taste,
Althoijh it has been said,
He never met with much success,
Except on cabbage head.

In politics he fared far worse,
For people were afraid
To trust this man in public life,
Lest they should be betrayed.

And though the Cincinnati men
Joined those at Baltimore,
To make old Horace President,
They all fell through the floor.

Their platform was too weak to hold,
And came down with a crash,
And poor old Horace Greeley died,
Crushed in the general smash.

Occasionally these comments about the opposing candidate were sung as though by the candidate himself, in the first person. These verses are among seven of "Now I Am the Leader of the Democracee", from the GARFIELD AND ARTHUR CAMPAIGN SONG BOOK in 1880, with Sir Arthur Sullivan's "When I Was a Lad" from Pinafore used for the music. In them Winfield Scott is presented as setting forth these qualifications for the presidency.

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When I was a lad I went to school,
Where Uncle Sam sends many a fool;
I polished up my buttons and swept my room,
For which I was rewarded by a Democratic boom;
I polished up my room so carefullee,
That now I am the leader of the Democracee.

In right-about-face I made such a mark,
They gave me the post of an Adjutant's clerk;
I served the Sd. with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand.
In right-about-face I was so free,
That they made me the leader of the Democracee

My political ignorance became so great
That they took me up as a candidate;
So why shouldn't I obey my party's "call,"
Since I shall never have to think for myself at all?
I knew so little they rewarded me,
By making me the leader of the Democracee.

Now, Americans all, wherever you may be,
I'll give you a bit of strategee;
Never go to any but a military school,
And be careful to be guided by this Democratic rule; -
Keep away from the polls, and let politicians be,
And you al ' may be leaders of the Democracee.

Even the height or personal appearance of the candidate could be made into an "issue" of the campaign and sung about. Thus, in the 1860 campaign, for example, that Stephen Douglas was only five feet one inch tall, in contrast to Abraham Lincoln's height of six feet four inches, became an "issue" and was sung about in these two verses, of four, from "Stevy Dug" in THE LINCOLN AND HAMLIN CAMPAIGN SONGSTER, to the air of "Uncle Ned".

Dere was a little man, and his name was Stevy Dug,
To de White House he long'd for to go,
But he hadn't any votes through de whole of de Souf,
In the place where de votes ought to grow.

So it ain't no use for to blow --
Dat little game of brag won't go;
He can't get de vote, 'cause de tail ob his coat
Is hanging just a little too low.

His legs dey was short, but his speeches dey was long,
And nuffin but hisself could he see;
His principles was weak, but his spirits dey was strong,
For a thirsty little soul was he.

So it ain't no use for to blow -
Dat little game of brag won't go;
He can't get de vote, 'cause de tail oh his coat
Is hanging just a little too low.

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At the same time Douglas' cohorts chanted about the physical appearance of his opponent too. In "Lincoln's Picture", from DOUGLAS AND JOHNSON MELODIES, they sang of Lincoln, who by his own admission was far from handsome, in this fashion.

Tell us of his fight with Douglas
How his spirit never quails:
Tell us of his wanly bearing,
Of his skill in splitting rails.

Tell us he's a second Webster,
Or, if better, Henry Clay;
That, he 's full of gentle humor
Placid as a summer's day.

Say he's capable and honest,
Loves his country's good alone,
Never drank a drop of whiskey,
Wouldn't know it from a stone.

Tell again about the cord-wood,
Seven cords or more per day;
How each night he seeks his closet,
There, alone, to kneel and pray.

Any lie you tell we'll swallow,
Swallow any kind of mixture;
But oh! don't, we pray and beg you,
Don't, for God's sake, show his picture!

In the midst of the conflict over the extension of slavery to the territories and other issues, in the 1856 campaign the supporters of John Fremont sang of the fact that his opponent, Pennsylvania's James Buchanan, had never taken a wife! These two verses are from "The Bachelor Candidate", included in the FREMONT SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE songster, sung to "The Campbells are Coming".

It's time to be doing, the play has begun,
There's mischief a brewing, as sure as a gun;
The Buck and the Breck noodles are stupidly bent
On choosing a Bach for our next President.
A bachelor who, like his species, you know,
Is afraid of the girls, and to union a foe;
Then up and be doing, for danger is rife, --
A man is but moonshine who hasn't a wife.

With pride we can point to our own candidate,
Who doubled his value by taking a mate,
And found in his Jessie a treasure more bright
Than all Mariposa will e'er bring to light.

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Come on, boys; we won't go for Coelebs - that's flat;
He's only a unit, and cipher at that;
So we'll march to the polls with an unbroken front,
And give our support to the gallant Fremont!

Here's a song from the 1888 campaign. It seems that Grover Cleveland went fishing on Decoration Day, and in several songs this was cited as a reason not to vote for his re-election. This is "Memorial Day Fishing" from CAMPAIGN SONGS FOR 1888, sung to "A Little More Cider".

While on the thirtieth of May, o'er heroes brave and true,
Our people all with one accord the choicest flowers strew;
Amid the Adirondacks once, upon that self same day,
The President was catching fish, for this was Grover's way.

Rememb'ring still our noble dead, the nation turns to weep,
And scatter fragrant flowers of love where'er her heroes sleep;
But sadly views the President, who thus observes the day,
Amid the mountains catching fish, yet this was Grover's way.

(In another song on this subject it was pointed out that "the loyal fish refused to bite, or with his bait to play" for "they knew that fishing isn't right on Decoration Day".)

Another "issue" from the same campaign was the fact that Cleveland had hired a substitute for his military service during the Civil War, as permitted by the draft laws at that time. The Harrison songsters had several songs on this theme; these verses are among eight altogether of "A Valiant Substitute", also from CAMPAIGN SONGS FOR 1888, sung to "Yankee Doodle".

A valiant candidate they have, as all the people know, sir,
He sent a substitute to war because he feared to go, sir.

Yankee doodle, doodle doo,
He is mighty sandy,
Soldiers see his valor now,
Ain't he quite a dandy.

On fields of gore no blood he'd pour, to this he was a stranger;
And near the line of Canada, he faced the awful danger.

Though valiant deeds by heroes done resound the country over
Yet none we had in peace or war to equal gallant Grover.

For truly doth his valor now, without a bit of slander
Suggest the kind that man will find when looking at a gander.

Yankee doodle, doodle doo
He is mighty sandy,
Soldiers see his valor now,
Ain't he quite a dandy.

In fact, for the next half dozen elections following tho Civil War, the conflict between the North and South was a campaign issue reflected in campaign songs, as the Republicans allied themselves with the "Boys in Blue" and attempted to associate the Democrats with the secessionists and sympathizers with the Confederate cause.

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An example of these songs is "Once More, Ye True Republicans", from the HAYES AND WHEELER SONG BOOK in the1876 campaign, urging the "Boys in Blue" to continue their battle for the right with the ballot rather than the bullet. These are three of its seven verses, sung to "John Brown's Body".

Once more, ye true Republicans; Columbia calls for you,
Who in the hour of danger to the Starry Flag were true;
Turn out as her defenders, all ye gallant "Boys in Blue:"
Our country must be free.

Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Our country must be free!

Let the lovers of true liberty throughout the land unite,
And now, as we have done before, we'll put our foes to flight;
With the ballot, not the bullet, we will battle for the right
Our country must be free.

Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Hurrah' hurrah for JJaij^s and Wheeler!
Our country must he free!

With our comrades who have fallen, we have battled side by side,
When in the cause of liberty they nobly fought and died:
The principles for which they bled forever shall abide:
Our country must be free!

Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Hurrah! hurrah for Hayes and Wheeler!
Our country must be free!

Despite the Democrats' accusations of "waving the bloody shirt" and protestations that "Democrats as true stood, and for the Union spilt their gore", twenty-three years after Appomatox the Republicans in 1888 still sang of "The Grey-Haired Boys in Blue" and Cleveland's war record.

Occasionally campaign songs even dealt with some of the more basic issues of the campaign and the party platform planks.

The references to the fiscal policies of the Van Buren administration, the depression and hard times following the Panic of 1837 and the need for protctive tariffs in our first song are an example of this category of campaign songs.

This issue was sung about in several campaigns, and particularly in the 1880s and 1890s. Here is an example of the many songs on the subject in the 1888 campaign; it is called "The Battle Cry, Protection", sung to the "Battle Cry of Freedom" and from THE HARRISON LOG CABIN SONG BOOK OF 1840 REVISED FOR THE CAMPAIGN OF 1888.

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For America and freedom we take the field again,
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!
And rally round our banner, a host of busy men
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!

America forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with bandannas and up with the stars,
While we rally round our flag, boys, rally once again
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!

Free trade and English wages we never can endure,
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!
Our land, is for Americans, alike for rich and poor,
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!

America forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with bandannas and up with the stars,
While we rally round our flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!

For Harrison and Morton we'll rally round the flag,
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!
And drive the foe before us with their red bandanna rag,
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!

America forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with bandannas and up with the stars,
While we rally round our flag, boys, rally once again
Shouting the battle cry, Protection!

Another issue frequently reflected in campaign songs, again starting in 1840, was that of alleged corruption or fraud in the government and the need for reform. With the scandals of the Grant administration, it was a major issue in the 1876 campaign. These verses are among thirteen of "Hold the Fort for Tilden" in THE TILDEN ILLUSTRATED CAMPAIGN SONG & JOKE BOOK, to the tune of "Hold the Fort".

Ho! Reformers, see the signal
Waving in the sky;
Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh.

See corruption boldly stalking,
In our Congress Hall;
In our Presidential Mansion,
Tainting great and small.

"Hold the fort, for we are coming,"
Hear the people cry;
"We will vote for Tilden, Hendricks,
Honest men we'll try."

See the rings, the combinations,
Whisky, railroad, land;
Wicked schemes for peculations,
Rife on every hand.

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Ho! ye voters, pure and honest,
Rally with us then;
Vote for Til den, vote for Hendricks,
Vote for honest men.

"Hold the fort, for we are coming,"
Hear the people cry;
"We will vote for Tilden, Hendricks,
Honest men we'll try."

To ridicule the issue, the Republicans sang "Tilden's Battle Song", to the tune of "The Governor's Own", satirizing the Democrats' reform issue by suggesting that those crying "reform" the loudest were the thieves, the gamblers, the jail birds, and members of Tammany. Included in THE HAYES ILLUSTRATED CAMPAIGN SONG & JOKE BOOK, these are among its seven verses.

There's not a thief in all the land
Who does not cry "Reform!"
There's not a tramp from sea to sea
Who does not swell the storm;
And as the farmer's corn he steals,
He kindly mentions me;
Then curses Grant, and joins the cry:
"Reform and Victory!"

From Blackwell Island's crowded halls,
From Sing Sing's rocky cells,
From every prison in the land
The cheerful chorus swells;
I hear it on the summer breeze
Raise like a thunderstorm -­
"The honest masses are as one,
For Tilden and Reform!

"Republicans too long have held
The office and the pay;
We can't get in, for it is said,
Each dog mist have his day,
Vote early, boys, and often ,too;
The battle will be warm,
But whiskey, cards, and lies will win
For Tilden and Reform!"

The slavery issue at mid-century was also reflected in campaign songs. These verses are among nine of "The Black Banner", from THE PRIZE REPUBLICAN SONGSTER in the 1856 campaign, the first in which the newly-formed Republican party had a presidential candidate, and were sung to "Yankee Doodle".

On Kansas' distant blood-stained plains
Where Freedom's martyrs perish,
"Tis sought to rivet slavery's chains,
And slavery's shames to cherish.

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And though Buchanan has unfurled
A banner black as Satan,
The stars and stripes defy the world
With Fremont and with Dayton.

The human bondage we'll confine
Within its present station,
And Liberty's blest sun shall shine
O'er all the Western nation.

And though Buchanan has unfurled
A banner black as Satan,
The stars and stripes defy the world
With Fremont and with Dayton.

Then here 's for freedom of the press,
Free speech, free men, free labor,
When none a master shall confess,
But own for each his neighbor.

And though Buchanan has unfurled
A banner black as Satan,
The stars and stripes defy the world
With Fremont and with Dayton.

The selection of John C. Fremont as the Republican party's first presidential nominee, incidentally, gave an opportunity for alliteration not frequently found, his supporters singing of "free speech, free press,free soil, free men, Fre-mont and Victory!".

Taxes were a quadrennial issue. In these verses from a song entitled simply "Campaign Song", in the LITTLE MAC CAMPAIGN SONGSTER for the 1864 campaign, the Democrats sang this still-familiar lament, again to the tune of "Yankee Doodle".

Attend, while we unite and sing
Of this mismanaged nation,
And show how we are crushed beneath
Whole mountains of taxation.

Let young and old - let every one
Unite against Abe Lin-king;
For since the day he took the helm
The Ship of State is sinking.

We're taxed for every bit we eat,
For clothing and for drinking;
And if Old Abe slips in again
We'll have to pay for thinking,

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Our coffee and our tea are taxed,
Our sugar, salt, and spices;
And every day that Lincoln reigns
Adds something to high prices.

Let young and old - let every one
Unite against Abe Lin-king;
For since the day he took the helm
The Ship of State is sinking.

The plows, the harrows, and the hoes,
And other farm utensils,
And paper, ink, and books are taxed,
And slates, and pens, and pencils.

And when our friends shall mark the spot
Where our remains are sleeping,
The marble must have paid a tax
That has our name in keeping.

Let young and old - let every one
Unite against Abe Lin-king;
For since the day he took the helm
The Ship of State is sinking.

The reference to "Abe Lin-king" suggests the puns that were on several occasions found in campaign songs: the many uses of "Clay" by farmers, brickmakers, potters, and other artisans, and a dislike for "Polk" weed or "Polk" tea, both froni the 1844 campaign; references to "Useless S. Grant" in 1872; or that the Republicans would "Hayes" their opponents in the 1876 election.

In some ways, the most interesting campaign songs are perhaps the ballads.

Here is an example from the 1840 campaign. It is called "Van and the Farmer", and was included in HARRISON MELODIES and other Tippecanoe songsters. Its eleven verses describe an imaginary call at the White House by William Henry Harrison prior to the election, and the reception he was given by President Van Buren and his "kitchen cabinet". Its melody was "The King and the Country Man", but "Sweet Betsy from Pike" also fits it quite well.

A farmer there was, who lived at North Bend,
Esteemed by his neighbors and many a friend;
And you'll see, on a time, if you follow my ditty
How he took a short walk up to Washington City.

His tidy log cabin he left with regret,
And he put up a sign that it would be to let;
But whatever rare sights the White House might display,
He'd find none so strange as he'd seen in his day.

The farmer walked on, and arrived at the door,
And he gave such a thump as was ne'er thumped before;

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Mister Van thought the rap was the sound of a flail,
And his heart beat with fear, and he turned deadly pale.

"Run, John, and run Levi, - run Joel and Jim,"
Said Van, "hut leave Amos, I cannot spare him;
There's only one living dares make such ado;
That sturdy old fellow called Tippecanoe."

They were all growing merry, and taking champaign,
And the farmer impatient rapped louder again;
To the door all the cabinet ministers run,
To demand who so boldly had spoiled all their fun.

Says Tip, "My fine fellows get out of my way,
I've routed whole armies like you in my day;
My mind is made up to walk into that chair,
Where Van takes his wine with a swaggering air."

Then Amos, who listened, spoke up, "Mister Van,
I know how to tickle that old farmer man,
I'll ask him politely to come up and dine,
And then we can muddle his wits with the wine."

"Oh! pray, Mister Farmer, just walk up this way,
We hardly expected to see you this day;
So many stout swiggers are here at this time,
There's hut one bottle left, but you'll find it is prime."

"I tell you what, Amos, I guess what you're at,
I won't take a glass of champaign, and that's flat;
But a mug of hard cider will answer my turn,
It's getting in fashion up here, as I learn."

Then Amos and Van searched the table all round,
Not a drop of hard cider was there to be found;
So the farmer advised them to lay in a store,
On the fourth of next March, if they shouldn't before.

The farmer was off, but 'twas easy to see
That his visit had sobered their cabinet glee;
And Van said he knew how the matter would end; -
He should have to clear out. for the man from North Bend.

(This song was also adapted to the 1860 campaign when Republicans sang of "Old Abe's Preliminary Visit to the White House". In this version it was not a mug of hard cider that was requested, however: "all that I ask is a glass of cold water".)

Here is ballad from the 1884 campaign. It is called "I am a Roaring Repeater", and the tale that it tells is, in its way, a rather sad one. It was included in the BLAINE AND LOGAN SONGSTER.

My name is Mike Dolan. I'm one of the boys,
I'm fond of good whiskey and plenty of noise;
I'm a rare politician, you'll freely admit,
Of conscience and honor I have not a bit.

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I'm called a repeater, but that is my trade,
I'm done with the pick-axe, the shovel and spade.
The Democratic party depends upon me
To give them a President, now don't you see.

I'm a roaring repeater of Democrat fame,
And just from the state penitentiary I came,
For when the election is coming about,
The Democrat's Governor pardons me out.

I voted for Tilden from morning to night,
I killed a Dutch tailor that day in a fight;
I scared the black nagers most out of their coats,
And so the Republicans lost all their votes
While Johnny McCready, myself and Pat Flynn,
Stood close by the ballot-box, stuffing them in;
But all of our labor went up in a blaze
For blasted Republicans counted in Hayes.

Four years after that we had Hancock to lead,
Oh he was a jewel, a daisy indeed.
And though we repeated, we couldn't do much,
For we were outnumbered by nagers and dutch.
Our beautiful Solger was left in the lurch,
By a man from Ohio, a deacon in church,
And so they've defeated us year after year,
But sure there was plenty of whiskey and beer.

I'm a roaring repeater of Democrat fame,
And just from the state penitentiary I came,
For when the election is coming about,
The Democrat's Governor pardons me out.

Another pathetic picture is that presented in "H. G.'s Inquiry", in the NATIONAL REPUBLICAN GRANT AND WILSON CAMPAIGN SONG BOOK, sung to the tune of "Tell me, ye Winged Winds" in opposition to Horace Greeley in 1872. The prophecies of the wind and stars in these verses, of four, proved to be correct when the ballots were counted.

Tell me, ye winged winds,
That round Chappaqua fly,
Who'll be the next President,
Ulysses Grant, or I?
Oh! tell me, will I dwell within the White House blest?
Will all the people vote for me, from East to West?
The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low,
And sighed for pityf as it answered, "No!"

And those bright twinkling stars
That light the midnight sky,
Will not my triumph here
Come surely by and by?

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Will not all Liberal men old coats and white hats wear,
And farmers read my book to gain much knowledge there?
The stars looked on the author famed of "What I Know, "
Looked coldly down, and sneering answered, "No!"

Campaign songs are still sung occasionally: some of you may remember "Hello, Lyndon", sung to the tune of "Hello, Dolly", back in 1964. But since the turn of the century they have not been an important electioneering technique.

How effective were they during the middle and latter part of the last century?

In his preface to THE REPUBLICAN SONGSTER FOR 1860 William E. Burleigh, the editor, observed that

"For twenty years past, in each of the quadrennial elections, the SONG has been recognized as a legitimate political power, scarcely secondary in its influence to that of SPEECH itself, giving an impulse and a glow to the masses of men, and relieving the tedium almost necessarily consequent upon protracted attention to the orator, however cogent his argument, or however polished his rhetoric. ... Ever since then [1840] ... the political song has exerted a marked influence in our Presidential contests. ..."

In fact, so effective was the campaign song and the free-wheeling, singing, torch-light parading "log cabin and hard cider" campaign of the Whigs in 1840 that in 1844 the Democrats included in their platform a plank resolving "that the American Democracy place their trust, not in factitious symbols, not in displays and appeals insulting to the judgment and subversive to the intellect of the people, but in clear reliance upon the intelligence, patriotism, and the discriminating justice of the American people". But they sang too!

As early as in 1912 observers speculated about the decline of the campaign song. It was suggested that "the crowd no longer knows how to sing". Or that the political issues of the campaign had become too complex to lend themselves to song. Or that ragtime and other innovations in the popular music of the period were not adaptable to campaign lyrics. Or perhaps other means of communication replaced the song and the political rally as a means of disseminating viewpoints.

Whatever the reason, the campaign song today is largely a souvenir and a symbol of yesteryear's elections, when partisans sang in praise of their candidates and in derision of their opponents, when they used satire and irony to sing of personal characteristics, which became the "issues" of the campaign, when they sometimes even sang of the real issues of the campaign. They are a symbol of a period of real personal participation in election campaigns, of campaigns that could be violent in their abuse and opinion.

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But when the election was over and all the votes had been counted, the campaigners could also sing, to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne", these verses from "Inauguration", from THE GRANT CAMPAIGN SONGSTER OF 1868.

All hail! Unfurl the stars and stripes!
The banner of the free!
Ten times ten thousand patriots greet
The shrine of Liberty;
Come, with one heart, one hope, one aim,
An undivided hand,
To elevate, with solemn rites,
The ruler of our land.

Our ruler boasts no titled rank,
No ancient princely line -
No legal right to sovereignty,
Ancestral and divine.
A patriot, at his country's call,
Responding to her voice --
One of the people, he becomes
A sovereign by our choice.

And now, before the weighty pile
We've rear'd for Liberty,
He swears to cherish and defend
The charter of the free!
God of our country! seal his oath
With thy supreme assent.
God save the Union of the States!
God save the President!

 
 

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