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    <title>The Great Know Nothing Song, I Don&amp;#039;t Know, ca. 1850s</title>
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    <description>&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ipernity.com/home/aemays"&gt;Alan Mays&lt;/a&gt; has posted:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="preview"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ipernity.com/doc/aemays/33208185"&gt;&lt;img src="https://cdn.ipernity.com/143/81/85/33208185.5d943740.240.jpg?r2" width="162" height="240" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;According to folklorist Don Yoder, who included an example of this song broadside in his book &lt;em&gt;The Pennsylvania German Broadside: A History and Guide&lt;/em&gt; (2005), p. 11, "The Great Know Nothing" song "is a clever takeoff on the political party of the 1850s known as the '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Know_Nothing" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Know-Nothings&lt;/a&gt;,' who ran against both Whigs and Democrats. The song adroitly transfers the 'Know-Nothing' cry of politics to the courting of Philadelphia's young people and the relation of husbands and wives, fathers and children. To get out of work, they all 'know nothing.'"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Yoder mentions, the setting of this amusing political song is Philadelphia, which was also called Quaker City for its association with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Penn" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;William Penn&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quakers" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Quakers&lt;/a&gt;. I like the distinctive ornamental border that the printer used on this piece.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The Great Know Nothing Song,&lt;br /&gt;
"I Don't Know."&lt;br /&gt;
By Francis F. Eastlack,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Air--Bow, Wow, Wow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of all the many mighty things in this here Quaker City,&lt;br /&gt;
Of dark, and brown, and blue-eyed girls, with cheeks so plump and pretty;&lt;br /&gt;
Of all the wonders of the day that's horrible or shocking,&lt;br /&gt;
The greatest question of them all is who are the know nothings?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus--I don't know;&lt;br /&gt;
Nor you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;
Then don't you ask me any thing,&lt;br /&gt;
For I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These men wear white hats all turned up, and at you boldly stare, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
They only speak with nods and winks, and never comb their hair, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
They beat both Whigs and Democrats, wherever they may go, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
And if you ask them any thing they'll answer, I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ladies, too, God bless their hearts, I cannot help but love them,&lt;br /&gt;
For who with all their nods and winks, can ever be above them,&lt;br /&gt;
No, they know their tricks, their signs, their grips, from head to heel and toe, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
And should you ask a girl her name, shall answer, I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You dare not tell your wife be still, or say she's always squeeling,&lt;br /&gt;
Or you'll find a great big three legged stool around your head come reeling,&lt;br /&gt;
And the other day I asked my wife, only to mend my stockings,&lt;br /&gt;
Now not an other word, she cried, I'm a feminine Know Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other day I came from work, with heat was almost smothered,&lt;br /&gt;
Says I unto my youngest son, Ho, Sam! where is your mother?&lt;br /&gt;
Then he turned his fingers on his nose, and with a voice half mocking,&lt;br /&gt;
Why, dad, says he, why don't you know that I'm a young Know Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We took this same smart son of ours one day to a public dinner,&lt;br /&gt;
And into corn, and pork, and beans, he pitched in like a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;
Says the lady, Now of all these men, your father to me show, Sam;&lt;br /&gt;
Then he looked me right straight in the face, and answered I don't know, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Young men, now marry from this lot of pretty girls around you,&lt;br /&gt;
And when your settled down in life, and family cares surround you,&lt;br /&gt;
Take the advice of one poor man, who's suffered deepest wo, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
Don't teach your little ones to say, why really, I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, ladies, don't you think 'tis hard, and don't you think it's shocking,&lt;br /&gt;
That we in free America, should all of us know nothing;&lt;br /&gt;
And don't you say with all your heart, I do believe it so, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
Or can you say, like all the rest, Why really I don't know, sir?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Published by H. J. Kehr,&lt;br /&gt;
Central Hall,&lt;br /&gt;
Frankford Road and Master Streets,&lt;br /&gt;
And for sale at all the book stores.&lt;br /&gt;
Copyright secured.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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    <media:text type="html">&lt;p class="who"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ipernity.com/home/aemays"&gt;Alan Mays&lt;/a&gt; has posted:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="preview"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.ipernity.com/doc/aemays/33208185"&gt;&lt;img src="https://cdn.ipernity.com/143/81/85/33208185.5d943740.240.jpg?r2" width="162" height="240" alt=""/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description"&gt;According to folklorist Don Yoder, who included an example of this song broadside in his book &lt;em&gt;The Pennsylvania German Broadside: A History and Guide&lt;/em&gt; (2005), p. 11, "The Great Know Nothing" song "is a clever takeoff on the political party of the 1850s known as the '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Know_Nothing" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Know-Nothings&lt;/a&gt;,' who ran against both Whigs and Democrats. The song adroitly transfers the 'Know-Nothing' cry of politics to the courting of Philadelphia's young people and the relation of husbands and wives, fathers and children. To get out of work, they all 'know nothing.'"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Yoder mentions, the setting of this amusing political song is Philadelphia, which was also called Quaker City for its association with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Penn" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;William Penn&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quakers" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Quakers&lt;/a&gt;. I like the distinctive ornamental border that the printer used on this piece.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;The Great Know Nothing Song,&lt;br /&gt;
"I Don't Know."&lt;br /&gt;
By Francis F. Eastlack,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Air--Bow, Wow, Wow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of all the many mighty things in this here Quaker City,&lt;br /&gt;
Of dark, and brown, and blue-eyed girls, with cheeks so plump and pretty;&lt;br /&gt;
Of all the wonders of the day that's horrible or shocking,&lt;br /&gt;
The greatest question of them all is who are the know nothings?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus--I don't know;&lt;br /&gt;
Nor you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;
Then don't you ask me any thing,&lt;br /&gt;
For I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These men wear white hats all turned up, and at you boldly stare, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
They only speak with nods and winks, and never comb their hair, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
They beat both Whigs and Democrats, wherever they may go, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
And if you ask them any thing they'll answer, I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ladies, too, God bless their hearts, I cannot help but love them,&lt;br /&gt;
For who with all their nods and winks, can ever be above them,&lt;br /&gt;
No, they know their tricks, their signs, their grips, from head to heel and toe, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
And should you ask a girl her name, shall answer, I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You dare not tell your wife be still, or say she's always squeeling,&lt;br /&gt;
Or you'll find a great big three legged stool around your head come reeling,&lt;br /&gt;
And the other day I asked my wife, only to mend my stockings,&lt;br /&gt;
Now not an other word, she cried, I'm a feminine Know Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other day I came from work, with heat was almost smothered,&lt;br /&gt;
Says I unto my youngest son, Ho, Sam! where is your mother?&lt;br /&gt;
Then he turned his fingers on his nose, and with a voice half mocking,&lt;br /&gt;
Why, dad, says he, why don't you know that I'm a young Know Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We took this same smart son of ours one day to a public dinner,&lt;br /&gt;
And into corn, and pork, and beans, he pitched in like a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;
Says the lady, Now of all these men, your father to me show, Sam;&lt;br /&gt;
Then he looked me right straight in the face, and answered I don't know, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Young men, now marry from this lot of pretty girls around you,&lt;br /&gt;
And when your settled down in life, and family cares surround you,&lt;br /&gt;
Take the advice of one poor man, who's suffered deepest wo, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
Don't teach your little ones to say, why really, I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, ladies, don't you think 'tis hard, and don't you think it's shocking,&lt;br /&gt;
That we in free America, should all of us know nothing;&lt;br /&gt;
And don't you say with all your heart, I do believe it so, sir,&lt;br /&gt;
Or can you say, like all the rest, Why really I don't know, sir?&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know, &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Published by H. J. Kehr,&lt;br /&gt;
Central Hall,&lt;br /&gt;
Frankford Road and Master Streets,&lt;br /&gt;
And for sale at all the book stores.&lt;br /&gt;
Copyright secured.&lt;/div&gt;</media:text>
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