High on a limb that ‘same old Coon’ was singing to himself this tune:
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“Get out of the way, you’re all unlucky; clear the track for Ole Kentucky!
“Now in a sad predicament the Lokies are for President;
They have six horses in the pasture, and don’t know which can run the faster.
“The Wagon-Horse from Pennsylvany, the Dutchmen think he’s the best of any;
But he must drag in heavy stages his Federal notions and low wages.
“They proudly bring upon the course an old and broken-down war-horse;
They shout and sing: ‘Oh! rumpsey dumsey, Colonel Johnson killed Tecumsey!’
“And here is Cass, though not a dunce, will run both sides of the track at once;