The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . traw— With his P A W, paw, Hes the man to sign the —When I took you from your station, You know you were a poor relation— If Id give you a situation, Didnt you say youd sign that law ? AWAY TO THE BATTLE!Tune—The Campbells are to the battle, our foemen are near,The cries of their leaders are mingled with fear ;Their host is divided—their courage is fled,And the eagle of victory streams at our head. Then down with your enemies—rush to the charge:They have sent on our people dread ruin at large :From mo
The National Clay melodist, a collection of popular and patriotic songs . traw— With his P A W, paw, Hes the man to sign the —When I took you from your station, You know you were a poor relation— If Id give you a situation, Didnt you say youd sign that law ? AWAY TO THE BATTLE!Tune—The Campbells are to the battle, our foemen are near,The cries of their leaders are mingled with fear ;Their host is divided—their courage is fled,And the eagle of victory streams at our head. Then down with your enemies—rush to the charge:They have sent on our people dread ruin at large :From mountain and valley their cries have gone up,They have drank of the contents of miserys cup. 13 Then onward—our leader has ever been true^He lives for his country and battles for you,.Old Time in his hurry has honored his brow,And Harry for freedom is struggling now. Our banners are flinging their folds to the air,And the name of our champion nobly they bear ;The friend of the poor man—the greatest—the best;The man that we love—Harry Clay of the West,. [ Written for the Clay Melodist.] THE ROUSING SONG. BY JOHN H. WARLAND. [Dedicated to the Lowell Clay Clubs ] Tune—Draw the sword, Scotland. Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland,From mountain and plain, come rally in might ! The bugle is pealing, pealing, pealing, No true Whig is he who arms not for this fight 14 Up, then, and be gathering, gathering, gathering, Up and be gathering through the broad land !Your banners keep flying, flying, flying, Your banners keep flying as like brothers ye , Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland, Charge as ye charged when Harrison led 1Sound to the onset, onset, onset, The eagle of victory her pinions doth spread. Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland, Rouse,Whigs, for Ashland—her Champion leads;The spoilers are flying, flying, flying, Ranks broken, and away their leader he for her glory, glory, glory, Strike for her glory, this dear lan
Size: 1861px × 1343px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1840, bookidnationalclay, bookyear1844
