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"Oh! never will the boys forget 

 The twenty-ninth of May — " 



[Indianapolis Semi-Weekly Journal, May 12, 1840] 



[May 12, 1840] 

 TUNE — The Mariners Wife. 

 Now we are sure the time is set, 



And now we're sure we'll go, 

 Is this a time to feel regret, 

 For old Tippecanoe? 



There'll be shouts and songs and glee, 



There'll be luck for all, 

 There'll be happy times you'll see, 

 While rolling the ball. 

 Is this a time to feel regret, 

 When we are on the way? 

 Oh! never will the boys forget 

 The twenty-ningth of May 



There'll be shouts, &c. 

 Rise up and buckle on your pack, 



And saddle up your steed, 

 Let nothing now, the cause hold back, 

 Come meet us on the mead. 



There'll be shouts, &c. 

 The Sailor he will bring his Brig, 



The Printer too his Press, 

 And there'll be song and dance and jig, 

 In every kind of dress. 



There'll be shouts, &c. 

 The farmer, he will bring his spade, 



Mechanic's show their skill, 

 With emblems of their happy trade, 

 The Loco-foco's kill. 



There'll be shouts, &c. 

 And there upon the battle field, 



Will sound again the drum, 

 And there while high our shouts are peal'd, 

 Then may this song be sung. 



There'll be shouts, &c. 



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