Song of the Coon Hunters.
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That same old Coon, as be called himself Al
Raleigh, cannot stand it much longer. When
the verdict of the people is rendered he will find
he has lost his name as well as his election, and
that he is only the same old !" Henry Clay he
was in 1924 and 1882, BY the way, some o.
the democratic boys at the North have written the
excellent song. IS


These evening bells-these evening bells,
80. How sweet their chime falls on the air


Each breeze which reaches US foretells,
49, That James K. Polk will take the chair.


From North to South-from West to East 8
Each Hunter shouts the loud huzza, p


And Federal C0onies stand aghast,
- 90 To hear their doom proclaimed afaf. -
.. In Texas vale-in Oregon,


-. The British Lion ne'er shall come;


X By all the deeds of WashIngton! 49,.
- They meier were formed for tyrant's home


Then up, ye Hunters! to the Fray!


Raise high your banners to- the air ] -
= Democracy shall win The day, - =. :.
= @..1s5l" And plant the stars of glory there !"