The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . it;And whater its fate be, Well willingly share are some of the lads who in 40 were trueTo the gallant Old Hero of Tippecanoe. For cute Van and Calhoun, We care little or nought;They spread their own snares, And in these they are caught. 70 Theyre for tariff—no tariff, This, that thing, and tother,And so much, and nothing,That they honest men are some of the lads who in 40 were trueTo the gallant Old Hero of Tippecanoe. Then up with the banner Of bold Harry Cjcay;He has told us his course, In his frank, m
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . it;And whater its fate be, Well willingly share are some of the lads who in 40 were trueTo the gallant Old Hero of Tippecanoe. For cute Van and Calhoun, We care little or nought;They spread their own snares, And in these they are caught. 70 Theyre for tariff—no tariff, This, that thing, and tother,And so much, and nothing,That they honest men are some of the lads who in 40 were trueTo the gallant Old Hero of Tippecanoe. Then up with the banner Of bold Harry Cjcay;He has told us his course, In his frank, manly way;And we know that old Cato Was never to RomeMore devoted, than he To the land of his are some of the lads who in 40 were trueTo the gallant Old Hero of Tippecanoe. To our Whig friends abroad, Hearty greeting we send,Wishing wisdom and peace May their councils attend,And prosperitys star Shed its light on their way,While they strive in the cause Of our Country and are some of the lads who in 40 were trueTo the gallant Old Hero of Tippecanoe. 71. (The Coon gnawing the round of Tylers chair.) THAT BRAVE OLD COON. Tune— The American Wake, Whigs, from your slumbers, oppressions cloudgathers,And treacher} darkens the hue of the sky;Rise up with the spirit which nerved your brave fathers,Which thrilled in each breast, and which flashed fromeach eye;Bring the hearts that will meet the stern onset undaunted,Bring the freemen who crave but the contest as boon jBring the spirit which wide oer your banners onceflaunted,Bring the spirit of forty, the same brave old coon. Though the being raised up in the strength of yourpower,Now scorns the proud spirits who placed him on high,In his palace he sits, bul the thing of an hour, 72 And trembles een now, as your curses sweep by,Speak out the bold tones of your manly defiance, Let treachery know twill be punished full soon;In the truth of our freemen we still have reliance; Well conquer again with that same brav
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