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SONGS! I R. 129
There was Tabitha Twist, L'A a mind to be kiss'd.
And made on ny heart ar. attack ;
But her love I derided, for 'J d was lop sided,
And cursedly warp'd i/i she back !
Phere W2LS Barba '^a Brian, who was always crying,
" Dear youth, pnt an end to my woes;"
Rat to save in hei head, ail the tears that she shed,
Nature gave he. a bo Ale nose.
Josephine came at last, to nail my head fast.
Firm as oak wil I prove to my dear,
\nd when Parsov. Tether, has tack'd us together^.
Some chips of' Ae block may appear.
Hickory Tivig's.
Tr.jul of a true Jackson man^
iXe'Pl fight ior liip country^ wherever he can.
With hip iii'kory twigs, and the laurels so green;,
"'is hearty fo*' nis love, for his country his> arm,
With a true mettled courage, and passion as;warni#
He'll fight, and he'll love, to his colors he'll standi
Till he's touch'd up the knaves with a taste of h^$
brand.
Made of hickory twigs, and the laurel so green.
Oh, had you but been at New-Orleans, the day
When the .lackson men stood in the battle array.
With hickory twigs, and the laurel so green.
Each a gay cap, and a plume waving over his head.
His shoulder-knot bright as the honor that led
To the field, where the wrongs of his country had
wrung
His proud soul, and to vengeance too justly had stung:
With their hickory twigs, and their laurels qo srr-^n.
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