A cool reflecting northern sage
It seems don't suit this reckless age
The sunburnt southrons one & all
For aqua fortis Jackson call
Declare his fire alone is able
To cleanse the Washingtonian stable
x
Till opposition can't be found

The poem begins with a fable describing a population
wanting a bit of excitement, and getting more than
they expected.

Andrew Jackson went up against John Q Adams and
DeWitt Clinton and lost to Adams in 1824,
then won the presidency in 1828. The race
was very personal.