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s1oer tor mast oJ me otheF St"teS1
"Good-b to the whigs-theirdepartare's at hand"
Is the cry o'er the length and The breadth of the


land


All the patriots we meet merry as g!igs,
And are shouting and singins-"Good-by to'the
- whigs!"


Goodbye to the trimming and treacherous crew,
Who never meant honest, and never spoke true:
No more they'll he running their rasca!ly rigs,
For their tricks detected: goodbye 10 the


wings.


How they whecdled and whined, in their hour of


distress


Meier were promises greater, performances less.
No longer deceived, the poor man that digs,
And the rich one, both sing out-"Good-by TO the


wings"


When they came into power, how they snuffed up


the gale!
How they crested their neck ! how they carried


their tail!
For the loaves, then, and fishes, they quarrelled


like pigs, ;.
Bling off their own noscs:-good-by to the wings
Their triumph was short their dominion is o'er
By fasehood and fraud they can rule US no more
We've routed the cunning old federal pigs:
They're rowed up Salt river:-good-hye TO the


wings.