William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Old TippecanoeH
For the Buckeye who follows the plough!
The foemen in terror his valour confess’d,
And we’ll honour the conqueror now.
To her rescue impatient he flew!
The war-whoop’s fell blast, and the rifle’s red blaze,
But awaken’d old Tippecanoe.
Green laurels he glean’d with his sword:
But when peace on the country came smiling again,
His steel to the scabbard restored.
His country still ask’d for his aid;
And the birth of young empires his wisdom reveal’d,
The sage and the statesman display’d.
To the battle again call’d the true;
And there, where the stars and the stripes brightly stream,
Rush’d the hero of Tippecanoe.
What battle-shouts burden the gale?
The hosts of old England ride gallantly forth,
And the captive and conquer’d bewail.
The sword of old Tip she reclaims;
And Victory heralds, wherever he moves,
The path of the hero of Thames!
The farmer who ploughs at North Bend!
A soldier so brave, and a patriot so true,
Will find in each freeman a friend.
For the old Indian fighter, hurrah!
Hurrah! and from mountain to valley the voice
Of the people re-echoes—hurrah!
He never lost battle for you:
Let us down with oppression and tyranny’s throng,
And up with old Tippecanoe.