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For the Arkansas Intolligencer.
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fOr the Arkansas lntcHgencer.


AN INVITA- TON.


Tune-Hor Por.-by Big Jim.
Como all yc sons of Arkansaw.
Who are old enough to vote by law;
Who are white and free, and full Of glec;
And vote for Polk of Tennessee.
Let's all unite, a willing band,
1'e beat the wings. motley gang,
Well all unite in faith and hope.
To make President of Polk.
I'm told that Folks healthy plant,
And democratic doctors grant,
That if tho wings will take it soon,
Twill surely kill "that same old coon.''
This same old coon, old Henry Clay,
He surely now has had his day,
And if he lives to see next fall,
He'll find that he's no man at all.
A mark the demmies now must choose,
To put upon the wings and blues!
VI ~ "o uouts 1ho a' "ht ""S'
Now we are demmies, so is Clay.
To make brand, this they might rue,
To bob a tail; ah! this will do;
Come forward wings, but don't complain,
Well bob your tails, tho it may pain.
Well take those wings, all by, she tail,
And backward right across rail;
Well chop their tails. both close and short,
For fear they claim to be our sort.
Come democrats, let's all unite,
Our cause is just, our plea is right;
Let's bob the wings so tight and close,
That they cant wag their tails nor boast.
The Coons are very dirty bru.es,
That live on bugs, and frogs, and roots;
But they will look still worse next fall,
Their tails drove up, their heuds all BALD
Poor coons I'm sorry for their sake;
For sure, their hearts will almost break,
To see their leaders ringed tail,
Hauled back and cropped across rail.
Come all ye coon,es, 'possums, skunks,
Come see your leaders tail so blunt!
Return into your dens and sigh!
For sure your leaders doomed to die!
Come bank men, nbolilionists,
Come tariff men, who'r so unjust,
Ye mongrel sects, Of every breed;
Come sec your lea der's tail doth bleed.
Farewell ye wings of fedral hue. , ...
In two more lines, I've done with you;
Your whip'd, your marked, your bob'd you
broke,
Your Harry cannot beat QUIZ Polk.
dshington co., Sept. 5, 1874.