The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . will not dodge nor flee, any weather,She mounts the feather,At hickory sticks not scary ;With might for right,She dares to fight,Her war-cry death or on, &c. Louisiana, Illinois, And Alabama come, sir,For Arkansas, Missouri too,And Florida make room, sir,Theyll break the tether,And march together,A band both bold and wary,For well they know,To beat the foe,No chief will do but on, &c. Let Carolina bow to Baal, New Hampshire bend the knee, sir,But Georgia comes, with flags and drums,From chain
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . will not dodge nor flee, any weather,She mounts the feather,At hickory sticks not scary ;With might for right,She dares to fight,Her war-cry death or on, &c. Louisiana, Illinois, And Alabama come, sir,For Arkansas, Missouri too,And Florida make room, sir,Theyll break the tether,And march together,A band both bold and wary,For well they know,To beat the foe,No chief will do but on, &c. Let Carolina bow to Baal, New Hampshire bend the knee, sir,But Georgia comes, with flags and drums,From chains and collars free, sir;Her sons together,In spite of weather,From Brainard to St. Mary ;. From faithless hands,To wrest their lands, 38 Are calling out for on, &c. A nations shout is thundering out, From Mars-hill to Cape Sable ;And sea gods quail, as brooms that hail,And quake the mountains wave the feather,They cry together,Till rocks the eagles eyrie !And city domes,And forest homes,Are wild with cheers for on, & THE LITTLE RED FOX. Tune—Q/e Dan Tucker? The moon was up, and bright as day -The stars they winked in their quiet way—When a Kinderhook Fox was chased by a Coon,As the west wind whistled this bran new tune—Get out of the way youre quite too late—You little Red Fox of the Empire State. - 39 The Fox had hoped that the Buckeye BoysWould beat oft* the Coon with a thundering noise—But his heart grew sad, and his fur flew off,As he heard, while he hiccuped a church yardcough—Get out of the way, &c. Over the line to old Pennstltitck—The Fox thought hed go in search of luck ;But the cry went up, we dont want you here—And they sung, as there dropt from his eye a tear—Get out of the way, &c. So on he went to old North State—With the hope that Old Rip would avert his fate;But when he got there, he lost his tail—And the coon boys sung, as he cut with a wail—Get out of the way, &c. The tailless Fox then went to Tennes
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