James K. Polk is Coming to Town! (to the tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town)

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
James K. Polk is coming to town

He’s making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out Democrats or Whigs
James K. Polk is coming to town

He sees the West a’growing
Manifest Destiny awake!
He knows if you’ve gone East or West
So go West for Western’s sake!

O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
James K. Polk is coming to town
James K. Polk is coming to town

God Rest Ye Merry Western Men (to the tune of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”

God rest ye merry,  Western men
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Polk, our savior
Went West on Christmas day
To save us all from the Whig’s power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In Tennessee, America,
This blessed babe was born
And became a horse ranger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Jane
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Democrat came;
And unto certain Nominees
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Tennessee was born
This Democrat of Fame.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

“Fear not then,” said the Democrats,
“Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a savior
Of a pure lady bright,
To free all those who trust in him
From Henry Clay’s power  and might.”
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Americans at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Tennessee straightway
James K. Polk to find.
54 to 40 or die,
to 40 or die
54 to 40 or die

And when they came to Tennessee
Where our dear Dark Horse rode,
They found him in a manger,
Manifest Destiny known;
His Mother Jane kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Expansion
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy