The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . with him, &c. The great the small, the short, the tall, tall, tall,.Shall heave away,To keep this ball a rolling on, And clear the way for Henry Clay,And clear the way for Henry Clay,For with him, &c. Let honest locos stand from under, under, under,Without delay,Join in with us to roll the ball, That clears the way for Henry Clay,That clears the way for Henry Clay,For with him, &c. We see the ladies on us smiling, smiling, smiling,In their sweet way;One word from them would be enough,For Van or Clay to clear the way—We k
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . with him, &c. The great the small, the short, the tall, tall, tall,.Shall heave away,To keep this ball a rolling on, And clear the way for Henry Clay,And clear the way for Henry Clay,For with him, &c. Let honest locos stand from under, under, under,Without delay,Join in with us to roll the ball, That clears the way for Henry Clay,That clears the way for Henry Clay,For with him, &c. We see the ladies on us smiling, smiling, smiling,In their sweet way;One word from them would be enough,For Van or Clay to clear the way—We know theyll give the word for Clay,For with him, &c. Weve spread our banner to the breeze, breeze,breeze, And it shall stay,Until the ball thats rolling on, Has cleared the way for Henry Clay,Has cleared the way for Henry Clay,For with him, &c. 3 26 Come all true hearted patriots rally, rally, rally,Your strength display,Doubt not the ball thats rolling now,Shall clear the way for Henry Clay,Shall clear the way for Henry Clay,For with him, & (Reduced from Dodges view of Ashland.) [Writtenfor the Clay Melodist.] THE LYNN CLAY CLUB GLEE. By the author of the Bonnie Clay Flag. Oer Ashlands lawns, the skies are bright, Skies are bright—From West to East the radiance streams,And glows the land beneath its beams,Till beats a Nations heart with joy, 27 Gay beats the heart with , hurrah, hip, hurrah !Cheer up, my boys ! cheer up, my boys ! Bright the day is dawning ;Oer Ashlands lawns it dawns, it dawns, Hail the gladsome morning. Tis you—tis I must takethe field, Take the field—Aye, we must start at the bugles call,Nor we alone—it summons all ! Then march where Ashlands banner leads,Where Ashlands banner , hurrah, hip, hurrah !Cheer up, &c. The day is ours, if we are true, We are true—We swear by our flag that floats on high,Oh never from the field to fly. The victory must and shall be ours—The victory shall be ours. Hurrah, hurrah, hip, hurrah !C
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