The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . rid sky is bright With his untarnished fame ;And Greece responds with fond delight, To her defenders name ;And dark Liberias grateful tongue E-eiterates the lay-— 32 And swells the chorus gaily sungFor gallant Harry Clay IHurra, &c. The farmer-boy at early dawn, With loud and manly voice,Is heard upon tho laughing lawn, To sing the Nations choice ;And every free mechanic starts, To swell the loud huzaa,With zeal which only love imparts, For home-spun Harry Clay !Hurra, &c. Though Treason triumphs oer the land, With black
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . rid sky is bright With his untarnished fame ;And Greece responds with fond delight, To her defenders name ;And dark Liberias grateful tongue E-eiterates the lay-— 32 And swells the chorus gaily sungFor gallant Harry Clay IHurra, &c. The farmer-boy at early dawn, With loud and manly voice,Is heard upon tho laughing lawn, To sing the Nations choice ;And every free mechanic starts, To swell the loud huzaa,With zeal which only love imparts, For home-spun Harry Clay !Hurra, &c. Though Treason triumphs oer the land, With black despotic rule—And Virtue weeps beneath the hand Of a misguided tool;Yet Hope comes laughing from the skies,* To dissipate dismay,And bids the drooping Nation rise, And look to Harry Clay IHurra, &c. Then let the merry, merry chime From Earth to Heaven ascend,Of Home Protection all the time, And Hal, the poor mans friend IJohn Tyler, coverd with disgraces,. In shame must sink away;We have a man to fill his place, Immortal HARRY CLAY LIHurra, &.c. 33. [ Written for the Clay Melodist.] DEMAGOGUE VAN. [ Orator Puff. ] Blr. Demagogue Van had two tones to his voice, The one squeaking Yes, while the other squealed No, In each letter he wrote, he gave you your choice,One hand rowing South, North the other would , oh, Demagogue Van, Are you free trade or tariff, or both, if you can ? But he still talked away, spite of nods, winks and grins, Confounding all parties with now Yea and now Nay,Till his friends, when he says to the outs and the ius 34 My voice is for you ?—cry, Which voice—whichof us, pray V Oh, says Demagogue Van, Im for this, Im for that—now you know where I am. For the White House he straddled a dare-devil nag; Gee up, dobbin, stop, dobbin! came in the samebreadi—Till at contrary cries the horse raced like a stag, And Van, twisting all ways, he was rode half to , oh, Demagogue Van,With your face to the tail, lei them stop you who can ! Good Lord!
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