Oscar Brand - Rock-A-Bye Baby lyrics

Rock-a-bye, baby, Daddy's a Whig; When he comes home, hard cider he'll swig. When he has swug, he'll fall in a stew; And down will come Tyler and Tippecanoe. Rock-a-bye, baby, when you awake, You will discover Tip is a fake. Far from the battle, war cry, and drum, He sits in his cabin a-drinking bad rum. Rock-a-bye, baby, never you cry; You need not fear ol' Tip and his Ty. What they would ruin, Van Buren will fix: Van's a magician; they are but tricks.