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Plug Uglies!! Air- "Root hog or die." Published at 297 North Gay Street, Baltimore [song sheet]
Plug Uglies!!
Air —"ROOT HOG OR DIE."
We are a gallant band of spirits, fair or foul,
Who glory in our valor and firmness of our soul,
Our watch-word is "now go it," so we'll ever cry,
Oh! you Plug Uglies, now root hog or die.
For we are the native party in the west end who try,
Go it Plug and Uglies, root 'em out or die.
We don't like the Demmys, for Fillmore is our boast,
And here in old Maryland he is a perfect host,
Nor do we love the Argus, with all its boasted eyes,
For our motto is "ever on," root hog or die.
For we are the native party, c.
There's their Billy Preston, they beat him out of sight,
Nor ever can they run with dandy Pinckney Whyte,
Here among the Uglies, Proud Davis is the cry,
Oh! you Plug Uglies, now root hog or die.
For we are the native party, c.
And there's their little nag followed by a Groome,
Who is only waiting to get this Fall his doom,
And when they run the stable and throw their highest die,
We show them how the Uglies root hog or die
For we are the native party, c.
But as we are all natives; and proudly we can brag,
As true sons of America, we'll fight beneath its flag,
Nor from the field of honor, never will we fly,
But as good Plug Uglies we'll root hog or die.
For we are the native party, c.
Published at 297 North Gay Street, Baltimore.
1107
Air —"ROOT HOG OR DIE."
We are a gallant band of spirits, fair or foul,
Who glory in our valor and firmness of our soul,
Our watch-word is "now go it," so we'll ever cry,
Oh! you Plug Uglies, now root hog or die.
For we are the native party in the west end who try,
Go it Plug and Uglies, root 'em out or die.
We don't like the Demmys, for Fillmore is our boast,
And here in old Maryland he is a perfect host,
Nor do we love the Argus, with all its boasted eyes,
For our motto is "ever on," root hog or die.
For we are the native party, c.
There's their Billy Preston, they beat him out of sight,
Nor ever can they run with dandy Pinckney Whyte,
Here among the Uglies, Proud Davis is the cry,
Oh! you Plug Uglies, now root hog or die.
For we are the native party, c.
And there's their little nag followed by a Groome,
Who is only waiting to get this Fall his doom,
And when they run the stable and throw their highest die,
We show them how the Uglies root hog or die
For we are the native party, c.
But as we are all natives; and proudly we can brag,
As true sons of America, we'll fight beneath its flag,
Nor from the field of honor, never will we fly,
But as good Plug Uglies we'll root hog or die.
For we are the native party, c.
Published at 297 North Gay Street, Baltimore.
1107