By Wm. C. Marion.
Oh! the wide awakes and white hats, am getting all the go,
And the wide awakes will wear them according,
In spite of all the micks, you can raise to fight with sticks,
For they'll drive them to the other side of jordan.
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel,
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe.
No popery--that's a go, and the wide awakes will show
That they can sing it out according,
If you want your head broke, just hurrah for the pope,
And they'll knock you to the other side of jordan.
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel,
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe.
Oh! the mickeys of New Orleans, thought to carry the day, a feet,
But the greatest news they ever heard on,
Was, that their candidates were beat, by the know-nothings
For they voted them the other side of jordan.
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel,
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe.
Street preaching am the fashion, it am getting all the go,
And the wide awakes attend there according,
So if your fond of black eyes, tell the preacher that he lies,
And they'll kick you to the other side of jordan.
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel,
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe.
Our election is coming, and the Irish are a drumming
Up all the voters that they can depend on,
So perhaps we'll have to fight, for we'll stick to our right,
And we will challenge them to the other side of jordan.
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel,
Then I took off my coat, and I roll up my sleeve,
Over jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe.
Apparently racism doesn't die.
The song above is an american classic. It was written in the 19th century by an anti-Irish immigrant Know-Nothing. They feared low wage competition and popish influence on american politics.
And we all know how that turned out.
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