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Who is this little James Polk quoth coon, Where doth the man live on the earth Surely the loco's were struck by the moon, To take mp man ofsuch birth

 I'll tell you the name of the man, quoth cock He is the Young Hickory tree,

 That stands in the soil as firm as a rock And shelters the brave and the free.

 Hark from the mountains, and far spreading hills The people all shout with voice, That's echoed along the rivers and rils James Polk is the man of our choice.