The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . hear his honored name,It kindles Freedoms holiest flame,And million hearts with joy beat h»gh, Resolved to do or die. .„, «<Ho! what of the night?-Quickly tell, who leads?« Kentuck !« Hurrah ! Alls well! Alls well .The East,The South,All—Alls well. THE GALLANT WHIGS HAVE DRAWNTHE SWORD. The gallant Whigs have drawn the sword, And thrown the idle sheath away;And onward is the battle word, For Home Protection and for Clay. We now have set the ball in motion,That like the sun rolls night and day; While from the prairie t
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . hear his honored name,It kindles Freedoms holiest flame,And million hearts with joy beat h»gh, Resolved to do or die. .„, «<Ho! what of the night?-Quickly tell, who leads?« Kentuck !« Hurrah ! Alls well! Alls well .The East,The South,All—Alls well. THE GALLANT WHIGS HAVE DRAWNTHE SWORD. The gallant Whigs have drawn the sword, And thrown the idle sheath away;And onward is the battle word, For Home Protection and for Clay. We now have set the ball in motion,That like the sun rolls night and day; While from the prairie to the ocean,Awakes a shout for Henry Clay. Farewell to sorrow, grief, and fear ! Farewell to him who now has sway;The day of change is drawing near, When he gives place to Henry Clay. 56 Weve drawn the sword, now rally all,As hunters at the break of day; Leave cottage hearth, and festive hall,And take the field for Henry Clay. For he is now the nations choice,The nations hope, the nations stay; Then shout with one united voice,For Home Protection and for [ Written for the Clay Melodist.] VANS MEWS, OR UNCLE SAMS TALKTO HIS BRINDLED CAT. By the author of Uncle Sams talk to his man the brindled cat hath mewed.—Macbeth. Did ever you hear how my uncle Sam Had a brindled cat which kept mewing, lam 57 The cunningest mouser the country oer; I can eat my full weight and a pound or two tu, di nu, di nu di nu,Ri tu, di ni nu, ri tu, di nu, ri na. When all the rats hed suckd in near Kinderhook,He would poke his smellers into every nook,And brushing his whiskers, and whisking his tail,Souse the fellow would go into some milk tu. Van, Van, swore uncle Sam to the brindled cat, I will stand it no longer, so now thats mewing the first, though I spread on the floorNoughto last you four years, you kept mewing tu. «< At mewing the second, I served you againWith the best that I had, but still twas in vain;In taking too much you ha
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