The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . ry Clay! That charge,—which fell on leaden ears, And on a hollow brain,—Shall not—a million hearts have pledged- Shall not be all in vain! 16 The piercing blade is drawn again, Prepared the foe to slay,And every State shall raise the cry—? Huzza for Harry Clay! Fling out your banner!—gird once more, Your armor strong and bright;And with the panoply of truth, Do battle for the low, intriguing Demagogue, Your native land would sway;—But lo ! your guardian leader comes— Huzza for Harry Clay ! Up, with it, then, and
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . ry Clay! That charge,—which fell on leaden ears, And on a hollow brain,—Shall not—a million hearts have pledged- Shall not be all in vain! 16 The piercing blade is drawn again, Prepared the foe to slay,And every State shall raise the cry—? Huzza for Harry Clay! Fling out your banner!—gird once more, Your armor strong and bright;And with the panoply of truth, Do battle for the low, intriguing Demagogue, Your native land would sway;—But lo ! your guardian leader comes— Huzza for Harry Clay ! Up, with it, then, and breathe the vow— Though rills of blood shall flow,Whereer that spotless ensign sweeps, No despots heel shall go !Let not the wiles of enemies, Allure you once away ;But steady to our favorite aim, Huzza for Harry Clay ! My Country ! Fair Columbia ! That name has joy for thee!The glory of the Western World, The watchwerd of the free!Then let no false or dastard soul, Eer mingle in the fray—No craven lip give back the shout— Huzza for HARRY CLAY! 17. ONCE MORE OUR GLORIOUS BAN-NER OUT. BY JOHN H. WARLAND.[Sung at (he Clay dinner, East Boston, 4th of July, 1841.}Tune—«fTis my delight, &c. Owce more our glorious banner out Upon the breeze we throw Beneath its folds, with song and shout, Lets charge upon the foe!Our chosen Chief, alas !—no more Shall place his lance in rest But well we know the love he bore Our Harry of the West: Our Harry of the West, my boys, Our Harry of the West. Then, brothers, rise and rally round, 1 he Statesman ever true,Until his name, with trumpet sound, bhall wake the welkins blue,2 J 18 And millions, with admiring eyes,Shall call him from his rest— The Hero of new victories,Our Harry of the West!Our Harry, &c. When sought the red coats, as of old, The empire of the free,And British cannon once more rolled Its thunders oer the sea—Who loudest cheered our gallant tars And fired the soldiers breast—Till Victory hailed her stri
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