Now the Whigs at the coming election
Will carry our candidates through
They've made the judicious selection
Of Tyler and Tippecanoe
They say that he lives in a cabin
And that he drinks hard cider too
Well what if he does, I am certain
He's the hero of' Tippecanoe

The spoilsmen are leaving their party
Where prospect for office is blue
Not wishing to stick by poor Marty
They'll change for old Tippecanoe
Again and again fill your glasses
Bid Martin Van Buren adieu

We'll now please ourselves and our lasses
And we'll vote for old Tippecanoe
So let us be up and a doing
And cling to our cause brave and true
I'll bet you a fortune we'll beat them
With the Hero of Tippecanoe