The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . l grind, and knead, and make their bowls, And throw, and throw away,And throw, throw, throw, throw, And vole for Henry Clay. Theyll grind and knead, &c. The cabinet makers do not like The work that Tyler does;But Henry Clay can make his ware With joints both true and clean off their work, and varnish and rub, And polish, and polish away,And polish, polish, polish, polish, And vole for Henry Clay. Theyll clean off their work, &c. The printers think that capitals Should fill the upper case;And Henry Clay for P
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . l grind, and knead, and make their bowls, And throw, and throw away,And throw, throw, throw, throw, And vole for Henry Clay. Theyll grind and knead, &c. The cabinet makers do not like The work that Tyler does;But Henry Clay can make his ware With joints both true and clean off their work, and varnish and rub, And polish, and polish away,And polish, polish, polish, polish, And vole for Henry Clay. Theyll clean off their work, &c. The printers think that capitals Should fill the upper case;And Henry Clay for President, Each true Whig sheet will set, make up, and put to press, And pull, and pull away,And pull, pull, pull, pull, And vote for Henry set, make up, &c. Bookbinders, too, wiih willing hand, Will handle calf and sheep,And sing Hurrah for Harry Clay, As at their work they cut, and back, and gild and stamp, And stamp, and stamp away,And stamp, stamp, stamp, stamp, And press for Harry cut and back, &c. 64. THE SAME OLD COON. BY REV. W. BROWNLOW. Old Chapman he is down you know,I kratch him mit my heel and toe,And he need nebber try to crow,While coon sits on dis rail,A joicing for de Whigs. As I walked out dis arternoon,To get a drink by de liijiit ob de moon,Darl see dat same Old CoonA sittin on a tree— 65 A sittin on a tree,A sittin on a tree,A sittin on a tree, And looking werry glad. Says I to him, wot make you grin !De Lokies say youre dead as sin ;But dare you is—de same old skin—A sittin on de tree, &,c. Ob course I ar, says he, and soonDe Whigs will sing de good old tuneAbout dis werry same Old Coon,A sittin on dc tree, &c. When Massa Harrison—bless his soul!Begin de great Whig ball to roll,Why here I sot, and see de whole—A sittin on dis tree, &e. One ting dar was in dat campain,I hope to neber see again—It gives dis Old Coon so much pain—A sittin on de tree, & in werry bad. De way Ole Weto d take you
Size: 1534px × 1628px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1840, bookidnationalclay, bookyear1844
