Campaign Poem

Blow those whistles, Toot that horn,
There's a new man on his way to Washington
It's time the news to the world was borne,
You can tell what he will do down there from what he's done,
He's handled mighty well some ticklish jobs,
And he's brot a-bout results exactly right, you know,
Oh "Cits" and soldiers, marines and gobs,
Come get in line for Harding from Ohio.

Oh, Harding has always done the proper thing,
Oh, harding, satisfactions's bound to bring,
When duty calls, he never stalls, he always does his level best,
For North or South, for East or West.
Oh! Harding will prove a first class diplomat,
You've never called him yet, but he's been there,
He's the man for the best job in the land, Washington,
Here's a reg'lar son,
For Presidential Chair.


Cease your worries, Be content,
There's a new man on his way to Washington,
It's time that we had a President,
Who will do the things he should,
Oh! He can deal with Bolshivik or King,
And in such a way that's exactly right, you know,
What Harding's got, Boys is just the thing,
To make a bang-up President from Ohio.

Oh, Harding has always done the proper thing,
Oh, harding, satisfactions's bound to bring,
When duty calls, he never stalls, he always does his level best,
For North or South, for East or West.
Oh! Harding will prove a first class diplomat,
You've never called him yet, but he's been there,
He's the man for the best job in the land, Washington,
Here's a reg'lar son,
For Presidential Chair.




Written by John Madden for Warren Harding's campaign In 1920 For The Presidential election.