The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . of King Veto are numberdEre you strip him of honors so faithlessly borne ! All ye hill-sides awake ; The charm let us break,And rise in our might for freedoms last blow ! Up from the valley all, Shout loud the batle call,«* For Harry of Kentucky, ho ! ieroe ! Honest and true is the Kentucky Farmer, Firmly he stood when the tempest raged high ;Tho the Union shook, no peril could harm her,While he guarded her helm with unsleeping eye. Unfurl the banner bright, Blaze high the beacon light,Theyll shine on our path and dazzle
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . of King Veto are numberdEre you strip him of honors so faithlessly borne ! All ye hill-sides awake ; The charm let us break,And rise in our might for freedoms last blow ! Up from the valley all, Shout loud the batle call,«* For Harry of Kentucky, ho ! ieroe ! Honest and true is the Kentucky Farmer, Firmly he stood when the tempest raged high ;Tho the Union shook, no peril could harm her,While he guarded her helm with unsleeping eye. Unfurl the banner bright, Blaze high the beacon light,Theyll shine on our path and dazzle the foe ; Down then with Tyranny, Strike then for Libertv, And Harry of Kentucky, ho ! ieroe ! Rally men, rally, now your chains rend asunder:Let city and plain, the bench and the loom, The plough and the forge, awake their whig thunder,And join the full chorus oer treacherys doom ! 29 Rise with the morning sun,Strive till the field is won, Once more to beam neath prosperitys glow ;Fly high our eagle bird,As the loud cry is heard, For Harry of Kentucky, ho ! ieroe !*. THE MOON WAS SHINING SILVERBRIGHT. Tune—Ole Dan Tucker:1 The moon was shining silver bright, The stars with glory crowned the night, High on a limb this same old coon Was singing to himself this tune : Get out of the way, youre all unluckyClear the track for old Keutucky !Let the course be dry or mucky,Stake your tin on old Kentucky. 30 Now in a sad predicamentThe Lokies are for President;Theyve got five horses in the pasture,And dont know which can run the faster. They proudly bring upon the courseAn old and broken down war-horse ;They shout and sing, O rumpsey dumpsey,Colonel Johnson killed Tecumseh ! And here is Cass, though not a dunce,Will run or take the track at once ;To win the race will all things copy—Sometimes pig and sometimes puppy. The fiery southern horse, Calhoun,Who hates a fox and fears a coon ;To toe the scratch will not be able,Hes haltered fast in Mattys stable. The tripping horse they c
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