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From the Newark Morning Post.
THE COON HUNT.
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Twas on clear and cloudless night,
When moon and stars were shining bright,
That, on a limb, " the same old coon"
Was humming TO himself this tune:


Get out the way, you're all unlucky,-
Clear the track for old Kentucky,


Get out the way, you're all unlucky,


Clear the track for old Kentucky.
Scarce had he closed his churlish song,
When wandering through the woods along.
A hunter came from Tennessee,
And PoLKED the coon down from the tree.


Go home, said he, to old Kentucky,


And clear the track for one more lucky;
Go homo. go home, to old Kentucky,


And clear the way for one more lucky.
That same old coon was 10th 10 60,
And in his eyes stood tears of wo;
But then it clearly was no joke
The words of that young hunter, POLK.


Go home, go home, to old kentucky,


And clear the way for one more lucky;
Go home, go home, to old kentucky,


And clear the way for ono moro lucky.
The coon he growlcd and shook his tail,
And started like sulky snail,
But Hickory PoLkED the beast aid
And cheered him up with this same song:
Get out the way, you're all unlucky,
Clear The track for old Kentucky;


Get out the way, you're all unlucky,
Clear the track for old kentucky.