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 PUBLISHED BY GEORGE HOOD, 
 
 aid for sale at No. 15 North Sixth St., and by all 
 the prinrip;il Ponkscllers in the Union, 
 

 
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NATIONAL 
 
 LAY MINSTREL, 
 
 CLAY AND FRELINGHtJYSEN. 
 
 Written by J Greiner, of Dayton, Ohio, for the Phlt 
 lelphia Clay Minstrels, and sun^' by them, with unbounded 
 ipplauae, al tbe Great Ratification Convention in Bait^ 
 more. 
 
 Tune— "0/d Dan 7\xdter.'* 
 
 The skies are bright, our hearts are light, 
 Throughout our land the Whigs unite, 
 We'll set our songs to good old tunes, 
 For there is music in these "Coons I*' 
 Hurrah 1 hurrah! the Nation's risia 
 For Harry Clay and Frelinghuyssa 
 
 The Locos' hearts are very sore, 
 Tho' very Bcarce in forty-four; 
 For tliey began to see wiih reason, 
 That this will be a great coon i^eason* 
 Hurrah! hurrah! &.c. 
 
 O! Frolinghuysen's a Jersey Blue, 
 A noble Whig and honest too, 
 And he will make New Jersey fee!, 
 Whigs pay respect to her " Brf)ad S^t^ 
 Httfrah ! hurrah ! drd^ 
 
4 
 
 THE MISSISSINEWA WAR SONG.- 
 
 BY D, M. SMYSER, ESQ. 
 
 Brave Markle is the soldier's pride, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah 1 hurrah I 
 
 He stem'd the battles raging- tide, 
 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! 
 
 He rush'd liUe lifrhming on the foe, 
 
 And laid the murderous savage low, 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah I hurrah I ■* 
 Hurrah 1 hurrah! hurrah t 
 
 Witli g&llant hieurt and ready hand, 
 
 Hurroih 
 
iSehold him battling for his'Iatid, 
 
 Hurrah ! t^e. 
 ^he "fighting Captain" 13 the man, 
 ■Before whose sword the British ran, 
 
 Hurrah I &.c. 
 
 The bravest man among the brave, 
 
 Hurxah, &.C., 
 
 His fortune and his life he gave, 
 
 'Hurrah, &c.. 
 
 And side by side with Tippecanoe, 
 
 He whippd the 'British and Indians too. 
 
 Hurrah I &,c. 
 
 And when no longer v/ar's alarms 
 
 Hurrah I &c.. 
 
 The soldier summon'd forth to arm--. 
 
 Hurrah! &c., 
 
 •His hand his trusty sword forsook, 
 
 Ar»d tuin'd it to a pruning ^hook. 
 
 Hurrah ! &o. 
 
 And now at home he swings the flail ; 
 
 Huirah ! ike. 
 No better farmer, I'll go bail. 
 
 Hurrah ! &c., 
 T'o plough the field and 1 11 the ground, 
 in Pennsylvania can be found. 
 
 Hurrah ! &c. 
 
 The '•Indian fighter" we will cho>e. 
 
 Hurrah, &c.. 
 
 To route the thieving Kickapoos, 
 
 Huirah, &c., 
 
 iResponsive to his country's call, 
 
 Ue'd drive tiiem from the vCipitol. 
 
 Hurrah, &c. 
 
Then tan to one we'll win the day, 
 
 Ilurruh i &.C., 
 
 With gallant Misslssinewa, 
 
 ITurrah ! &,c., 
 
 TFie Locos cannot stind tlie fray, 
 
 Their ^ Muhlie'^ liiS no horns they say I 
 
 Hurrah 1 &.c. 
 
 THE VERMONTKR'S SONG AT BALT2 
 
 iMORE. 
 Tune— "0/c/ Dan Tucker:* 
 
 From "Yankee Land' — at dawn of day — 
 
 We all set out on our joyous way, 
 
 Our flags we unfurled — and our mountains rung 
 
 W'itli tlie j,oyou8 notes of the sonu^ we sung, 
 On! on I to the Battle marchings 
 On I on I to the Bitile marching, 
 On! on! ti the B;ttlle marching, 
 For 'Old Kcntur.k 1' we all are marching. 
 
 And now from Old Vermont we've come m a 
 swarm, 
 
 And tlio' our clime is cold — our hearts are warm 
 
 Our Evergreen is Oojiting free, 
 
 II has ever led to Victory, — 
 
 Hurr;;h! hunali! the Green Sprig's waving, 
 Hnrruh' hurrah! tiie Grt en Spriii'.s wa^vingp, 
 Hurrah ! huriah I the Green i^priir's waving, 
 For 'Old Kenluck' the green ia waving. 
 
 Oh, the Evergreen, is a stout old tree. 
 Its branches wave o'er the brave and free, 
 It proudly etuids, while it laughs to pconi 
 'iStt; li^rliiuitig's flash, and Id winter's storm. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, Sec. 
 
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Our hardy eons are brave and true, 
 And pure' s the air they ever drew ; 
 Our mountains are unooiiquered yet. 
 And we boast the star that n^'er has set,— 
 Hurrah! hurr.ih I the star is glearnino^, 
 Hurrah ! hurrah ! the star is gleaming. 
 Hurrah I hurrah! the star is gleamins^, 
 Ujjon old Kenluck 'tis brightly beaming. 
 
 Oh ! thnt glorious star is onr delight, 
 It brightest glows in hottest figlit, 
 And by its mild and constant ray, 
 We're ever guided on our way, — 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, &c. 
 
 Oh, the Ycnkee boys? are wide awake, 
 Tliey come from hill, from valley and lake, 
 And the song they sing bolli night and day. 
 Is clear the track tor Harry Cluy. 
 
 Hnrrah, hurrah! Vermont is rising, 
 Hurrali, hurr.h ! Vermont is rising, 
 Hunah, hurrah! Veru)or)t is lining, 
 For Hurry Clay and Frelinghuyseu. 
 
 Now hero's to Tliee of the fmzen North, 
 Oh, Old VtTiiiont, we know thy worth, 
 For thy hills and valleys and mountain rockj 
 We'll on I on ! io the battle shock, 
 And strike! strike ! for the people's rising. 
 Strike! strike! for the people's rising. 
 Strike ! strike ! for the people's rising, 
 For Harry Clay and Frtlinghuyscn. 
 
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 CONVENTION SONCf, 
 
 W/ilten for the Choir of the National Clay Cliihof P)»)is., 
 find Bung by them with unbounded applause at fiaUiiuoje. 
 
 Air — Take heed! whisper low.' 
 
 Arouea, arouse from hill and valley 
 
 Comes sweeping on a g-allant band; 
 Behold the glorious freernen'f: rally, 
 Awakes the spirit of the land. 
 
 Sweep on, sweep on o'er hill and dale, 
 Sweep on, sweep on, 
 Aluud, aloud on every gale, 
 Aloud, aloud. 
 Our voices hail this happy, happy day. 
 While echo speaks the name of Henry Clat. 
 
 From north and South our ranks are forming, 
 
 And proudly niareh the East and VVe-t; 
 And wliile each heart with zeal is warming, 
 By every lip one name is blessed. !>weep on, & c. 
 
 Upon the air are banners streaming; 
 
 riie Bugles' note their i^trains jirclong : 
 With joy and hope each eye is beaming, 
 Spontaneous wakes each voice in song. 
 
 Sweep on, &c. 
 
 The emblems of our country's glory 
 
 In silent watch beside us stand ; 
 Oh, may our B'atheis" spotless story, 
 
 Our counsels guide, and save our land. 
 
 Sweep on, «Src» 
 
 Then, brethren, from this magic hour. 
 
 The hope of long and bitter years, 
 Exert your freedom's right and power. 
 And wipe away Columbia's tears. Sweep on, &.C. 
 
HARRY THE TRUE, AND THE JERSEY 
 
 BLUE. 
 
 BY F. BUCKINGHAM GRAHAM. 
 
 XiR — What has caused this great commotion. 
 
 What has cauped this agitation, 'lation, 'tation, 
 
 Our country through? 
 It is the ball a rolling on, 
 
 For Harry the true, ami the Jersey Blue, 
 
 Fur Harry the true, and the Jersey Blue, 
 For with them we can beat any clan, clan, clan, 
 
 Oh, yes we can. 
 For with them we can heat any clan. 
 
 At the great Baltimore convention, 'vention, 'van. 
 tion, 
 Were not a fiiWy 
 Who 8( t the ball a rolling on, 
 
 For Harry the true, and the Jersey Blue, 
 For Harry the true and the Jersey Blue. 
 
 For with them, &.o. 
 
 Mechanics, Labourers, Merchants, Farmers, Far 
 racrs. Farmers, 
 Have it in view. 
 
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 To make the ball prepare the wiy, 
 
 For Hurry the true, and the Jersey Blue. 
 
 For with them, &c. 
 
 We all will vote for gallant Markle, Markle, 
 Markle, 
 The brave .uid true, 
 And he will help to clear the way, 
 
 for Harry the true, and the Jersey Blue. 
 
 For with them, &c. 
 
 Tfce ladies who are on us smilingf, smiling, smil. 
 
 Will help us too, 
 And surely ihcy Ciin clear the way, 
 
 For Hari-y the true, and the Jersey Blue. 
 
 For will) then), &c. 
 
 Come, all true-hearted patriots rally, rally, rally, 
 
 Your zeal to show. 
 Doubt iifit, this bail will clear the way, 
 
 For Harry the true, and the Jersey Blue, 
 
 For with them, &c. 
 
 THE SECOND POLK SONG. 
 Tune — "Lw/y Long." 
 
 Now Matty, on the shelf you're laid, 
 
 I'm sure it is no joke — 
 Tiie Locos thouirht you would not do, 
 
 So nommated Polk. 
 
 Oh, Matty they've denounced you, 
 They siy you cannot shine, 
 And all you've left to chocr you now 
 Is thoughts of days lang S} ne. 
 
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 To make a President of Polk, 
 
 'Tis getting rtilher late ; 
 By Jinrunv Jones lie was uscd u 
 
 For Governor of his Slate. 
 
 Oh, Matty they've denounced you, &ic. 
 
 Now Matty, back to Kinderhook, 
 
 They say that you must gn — 
 They fear that you will die with grief, 
 
 'Your heart is filled vritli woe. 
 
 Oh, Matty they've denounctd you, &.C. 
 
 Though Cass with some's a favorite ; 
 
 Bat no — lie would not do — 
 They wanted one to act a Pork, 
 
 And Polk, they've brought out you. 
 
 Oh, Matty they've denounced you, &C. 
 
 Now bid aHieu to Blair and all, 
 
 And to the White house too ; 
 They've poked you out of the window now — 
 
 Tliey've all f.irgotten you. 
 
 Oh, Matty they've denounced yon, &c. 
 
 Though Johnson has gone good deeds done, 
 
 An 1 some ihit,s very htock. 
 They bid him leave, and otF he went 
 
 Lii^e a man thit hid the sack. 
 
 Oil, Malty they've denounced you, <fec. 
 
 A POLITICAL CATCK. 
 Tune—" The Lillle Tailor Boy:* 
 
 In Andrew Jackson's reign. 
 
 The mighty Veto King, 
 There weie three varmints in this land, 
 
 And of these three we sing. 
 
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 The one was the Pole-Cat — Kendall, 
 The other was the Beagle — DuffGrcon ; 
 
 The third, he was the Little Red Fox, 
 From the Empire State, I ween. 
 
 The Skunk, he dcfih d his friend, 
 
 Tlie Beagle he gave llic nlarm, 
 The Litlle IJed Fox stole the President's robe, 
 
 To keep these thr.e rogues warm. 
 
 We smothered the Pole-Cat in Clay, 
 
 The Hi'aglc s'ole off lo Callioun, 
 While the little Red Fox was caught by the tail, 
 
 And woniid to death by the Coun I 
 
 KILKENNY CATS. 
 
 TuttK— "Old Dan Tucker.'* 
 
 Calhoun, Buchanan, Johnsou, Cass, 
 Tlie Locos sa^', may oro to grass ; 
 And S') they give us Polk and Dallas, 
 A ticket which cannot app;,l us. 
 
 Hurrah ! for Clay and t'lelinghnysen, 
 Hurrah I f r Clay and Frelinghuysen, 
 Hurrah I lor Clay and Frilinghuysen, 
 The du.y^B our own, past all surinisin'. 
 
 Their own tiue friends thry would dishearten, 
 And c'ptthe wings of poor old Marlin; 
 To ca'i's of "jus ice" they prove chIIous, 
 And victi;nized poor Polk and Dallas. 
 
 Hurrah I for Clay and Frelinghuysen, ttc 
 
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 The People say 'tis not surpfisin' 
 iVe go for Clay and Frelinghuysen t 
 1 he Ship of Slate needs no such ballast 
 As James K. Polk and George M. Dallas. 
 Hurrah! for Clay and Frelinghuysen, Atd* 
 
 The Locos swore they'd have no Mats, 
 And foii'iht like the Kilkenny Cats ; 
 Two tails were leitl whose wfere th' y 7 teM uSj 
 Why James K. Folk, and George M. Dallas I 
 Hurrah! for Clay and Frelinghuysen, &o> 
 
 THE BLUE HEN'S CHICKENS. 
 
 DELAWARE. 
 
 By J. A. Allderdxe, of WiLMiifGxoN, DcLt 
 
 Am — Old Dan Tucker, 
 
 It has been known that here of late, 
 That Dt laware's called the banner state. 
 To Baltimore her "chickens*' went, 
 For at homo they could not be content. 
 
 Get out of the way,, you're all too lalpj 
 Fu3r HftQ chiVriens cf the tBnr.«r 6UI6 
 
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 From Braudy wilic's blue rocks and hillat 
 To Sussex's plains and gentle rills, 
 We raised a shout for Harry Ciay, 
 In Baltimore the second of May. 
 Get out of the way, Slc, 
 
 The bio^ ball sent hy Alleg-any, 
 Will be roird through here and Pennsylvanji 
 And wherever it goes the people will be risin*, 
 For Henry Clay and F'relinghuysen. 
 Get out of the way, &.c. 
 
 Firm to bcr post old Kent will stand, 
 The capiiol she will conimand, 
 3n New Castle we'll walk o'er the course, 
 Just as easy as a full blood horse. 
 Get out of the way, &C. 
 
 The Blue Hen's Chickens are whig to the core, 
 And they'll soon run all the Lokies ashore, 
 Our banner now waves above the horizon, 
 For Stockton, Clay, and Frelinghuysen. 
 Gel out of the wav, &.C. 
 
 WHIG THUNDER. 
 
 Air — What has caused this agitation. 
 
 Oh what has cnused all this Whig thunder, 
 thunder, thunder, 
 1'hat now is risin'? 
 The nomin;ition hy the Whigs 
 
 Of riarry Clay and Fnlinghnyscn, 
 
 Of Harry Clay and PreJin<,'huysen, 
 
 For with them we can beat any mailj man, mnJIj 
 
 ^ Of the Polk and Dallas dan, 
 FoV with them Ve c^n Wea't any tr.'an. 
 
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 The Locos now on every corner, corner, corftcr, 
 Are agonizin', 
 
 For all Creation's poing they eay 
 
 For Harry Clay and Frelinghuysen, 
 For Harry Ciay and Frelinghr.ysen, 
 
 For with them we can beat any man, Hcc. 
 
 hocoPolko stock is going down, down, down^ 
 
 Whig stock is risin', 
 For "Old Virginia" goes it strong 
 
 For Harry Clay and Frelinghuysen", &<J. 
 
 The Captain's office-holders think, think, think, 
 
 or taking -pison. 
 To save themselves from pure defeat 
 
 By Harry Clay and Frelinghuysen, &.C. 
 
 A grand Whig army onward moves, moves, moves, 
 
 All ranks comprisin', 
 To place the wreath of laurels on 
 
 The brows of Clay and Frelinghuysen, &c. 
 
 Our Theodore will ne'er be guilty, guilty, guilty, 
 
 OfTylerizin', 
 Then go it while you're young, my boys 
 
 For Harry Clay and Frelinghuysen, &c. 
 
 The beautiful girls, God's last best gift, gift, gift, 
 
 Altove all pTi>in\ 
 Will all to a man, do all thev can 
 
 For Flarry Clay and Frt lin^huysen, 
 
 For Harry Clay and Fielinglinysen, 
 And with theut wo will t^eat the whole clan, clflDi 
 
 Of the Polk and Ddllas clan, 
 With thto ladies we'll beat any man. 
 
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 AWAY WITH TRAITOR TYLER. 
 
 Written for the Choir of the National Clay Club. ^ 
 
 Am — Away with Melancholy,** 
 Away with Traitor Tyler; 
 
 Down with the Veto Kinjrs 
 Our party's base reviler ; 
 
 Whilst the people cheerily sing- 
 Hurrah I 
 Thoiigfh for years of glnomv sorrow, 
 We've curbed that traitor's crimej 
 Yet we wait a g'orious morrDW, 
 And Bternly "bide our time." 
 
 Hurrah I 
 
 Now as each hour is falling^, 
 
 Thornis strew the traitor's path ; 
 And to his ears appalliiig, 
 
 Sounds the People's ion? pent wrath* 
 
 Hurrah 1 
 But as from the horiEon, 
 
 Now breaks our triumph's dsy, 
 Behold our Frelinghuysen, 
 
 And glorious Harry Clay. 
 
 Hurrah!' 
 
 Then away with g;rief and sorrow. 
 
 Ye patriots of our hind ; 
 Shout for the comingr morrow, 
 
 And Cliieflains of our band. 
 Hurrah ! 
 
 When the trumpet breaks your 8lumb<?r9{ 
 
 For the batile-day prepare; 
 Rush on in count ess numbers, 
 
 Lfct nous bo wanting there. 
 
 Hurrah I 
 
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 SALT RIVER. 
 
 Written for the Chnir attached to thfi PhMnde 
 National (lay Club, by F. B. Gralmm, E»q. 
 
 Air — III Good Old Colony Timti. 
 
 A few short weeks ago, 
 
 As we'll attempt to show. 
 Some loCdS did consult about 
 
 The place where they should go. 
 
 John C. Calhoun and Johnson, 
 And old *' ten cent" Buihanan, 
 
 Determined to escape beyond 
 The noise oi the Whig cannon. 
 
 Martin Van advised the rest 
 
 Full soon to " get nut of the way," 
 
 Anrl give him a chance to "spike that gun' 
 That echoes the name of Clay. 
 
 But while they conversed — a sound 
 Struck them with surprise and wonder, 
 
 For Maryland spoke, and the Locos swora 
 The noUe they heard was thunder 1 
 
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 Says Calhoun," Ifl's change otir nnme, 
 
 And rnaUo il loco-tnniiun ; 
 For alxnil our liille Matty Van 
 
 Th(' f(jll\9 have got a queer notion," 
 
 The WhioH at the ^reat CoiiVentioii, 
 
 Convened at Baitimore, 
 Tsominated tor Vicn Presii'eiit, i 
 
 .NOW Jers4ey's Theodore. 
 
 " a X.fico hiuglied «)Utright, 
 And ciiid — " thut's good, I vovir, 
 )\e coons can i^u.g iio more whitr sot ga, 
 TlieyVc a used up party now." 
 
 Soon the IVJinstrel'a rame alongf, 
 
 A'-'d the WO" . e ran was surprisin', 
 
 For with vr ( K clear did tl.ey sing aLout 
 Our (' , nnd F flinohuyseu. 
 
 Sti 1 may we sing Whig songs, 
 
 Kroni the hf,ok with tlie \allfr A'ivit, 
 
 Lu>o-vioHi)ii^s the wr'rd, and the hi cos a>l 
 Are sl-eunmig il"up Salt River." 
 
 A NEW SONG. 
 XuNK~»'0^f/ R!x<iin the Bow'* ! 
 
 The stoiy we'll tell you 's surprisin', j[ 
 
 K>»t ihi'nymi i\iil f.i'd it Do jtxke; 
 Tlie Loct-s v\ {lo u ish* I to take poison, 
 
 Have determined at last to take (poke) P«1kl 
 
 Have determined, tVc, | 
 
 The mo<t of thetn swftllow'd Vnn Buren, \ 
 
 huX found him too little to choke— j 
 
 Lati-e doses of Cqk» tliey did pour in, i| 
 But Ibund it all ended in suioke. 
 
 But f«und, ii.9i 
 
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 Some took a few bottles of Steward, 
 
 Which made the majority cmak : 
 'J hey said that his friends s.'iould be sfccwer'd, 
 
 Or cl^e — lake a fuil dose ot^ Polk. 
 
 Or else, &.C. 
 A iew wished to lake *' Innian physic," 
 
 And at old " Blae Dicii" they oid pull; 
 But ii)!:st of them sodi. got. the phtiiisic 
 
 In trying to swallow the wool. 
 
 In trying-, <tc. 
 For Bunlinn.'in thev thf n made a Dod<je^ 
 
 And thought it was quite a b^ld stroke. 
 But ihe rriasg of them call'd it all fudfre. 
 
 And said they'd be forced to take Polk. 
 
 And s;)id, &.C, 
 Tbtn th*^ South brou^Iit a box of Ctilhoun^ 
 
 And tii'MiL'ht thnt all charms tliey had broke; 
 But the West kt (hem know pretty soon, 
 
 "J hat they were all bonud to take Polk. 
 
 That they, &c. 
 The lads frotn the KryUonp. were Ciilious^ 
 
 And proof (igfainsl taking I'oJk tea; 
 Aia tlinu^h it is svvectcnd with Dallas^ 
 
 They still have a will to be free. 
 
 '1 hey SI ill, 5<c. 
 Thooph Polk tea some think i.< rank poison, 
 
 Wf 11 ^t..p \i^ cfTfts- in a day — 
 lis antidote is Frelinghvysen, 
 
 U hen taken in duses with Clay. 
 
 Wh( n taken, &c. 
 
 But the Whigs know the reason for grtenR, 
 For thia yiar has passed quite away; 
 
 t we'll «ooo phow the Locos we ve means 
 To jnjl their Polk under the Clay. 
 
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 COME FRIENDS, GATriER 'ROUND. 
 
 Tune—" Lucy Ntai:* 
 
 CJome, friends of Markle, jjather round, 
 
 Ai.d join lis in our snng-. 
 To root tlie sly old *'' Lumbennen^''* 
 It will not take us long-. 
 
 With Mississinowa, 
 With .Missis<inn\va, 
 Protection for our artizans, 
 And Mii-sissinewa. 
 
 We want no Parson at the helm, 
 
 Nor Jnjins at t!ie rnnst, 
 But a clfcver Wo-tern Farmer, 
 Shall guide U"^ throuirh the blast, 
 Old Mlssissincwa, 
 Old MIssissinevva, 
 Protection f)r f)ur artizan?, 
 And Mississinewa. 
 
 Thn Krystonc wakin;^ up at last, 
 
 Sh(;'s risiht for forty four, 
 Tfif silent votes will tell tlie lale, 
 for Cl»y and Theodore. 
 
 Clay and Theodore, 
 Clay and Tlieodoro, 
 General Markle too we sin^. 
 With Clay and Theodore. 
 Mechanic? too, and labourinor men, 
 
 Will hid the LoKies walk ; 
 And not a brm/ wi 1 be? left, 
 Upon the lone-Polk stalk ! 
 Clay and Theodore, 
 Clay and Theodore, 
 General Markle too we sing, 
 With Clay and Theodore. 
 
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 Our Principles, tlie country's weal, — 
 
 We ask but these — no more ; 
 LiHt 1 this our watchword in the fight — 
 
 Is "Clay and Tiieodore 1" (Repeat) 
 
 Ijft the Keystone's loud hnzza ring cut, 
 
 Our bi other Whi^s to lell, 
 Thai here the poison will not fnkc, 
 Huzza! huz:;a I *• all's well 1" 
 Huzza ! huzzu ! huzza! 
 Huzz;i! huzza! huzza! 
 Once more we'll make the welkin ring, 
 Huzza! huzza! all's well I 
 
 HURRAH SONG. 
 
 The locos say there is no lune, 
 
 Hurrah, liurrih, hurrah! 
 To sing to this New Jersey Coon, 
 
 Hurr;.h, hurrah, hurrah I 
 But we can tell them something belter ; 
 ♦Ve'll have a rhyme for every letter I 
 
 Hurrah, &c. 
 
 Now, VVhijrs, three cheers for all the states, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 For we have gr)t our candidates, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! 
 And Wf; arc sure ihey will be chosen, 
 Toih Harry Clay and Frelinghuysen ! 
 
 Hujrah, Sec. 
 The locos have done all they can, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 
 And "IVIartin is a used up man," 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, liurr ih 1 
 And lof'OR hide their eyt-sin shamr, 
 Since Clay aivd Frelinghuyseii came ! 
 
 Hurrah, &c< 
 
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 .-z .-u^- phnviiiniiiiL. 
 
 ADVANCE WHIGS. 
 
 AiR — BoalmarCs danoc. 
 
 Come \Vhig9 prrp3re to enter the chase, 
 We can beat any man of the Loforace, 
 We beat them in forty, u e tan beat them more, 
 And use up their pirly in forty-four. 
 Adv.inco Whijjs. advance, 
 Your country's cause advance, 
 And never rest a d.iy,*till Flenry Cloy 
 The While Flouse is «dorning. 
 Heiffho, to the polls we'll jr<s 
 And vote for the We^^iern Stutesman O. 
 Ileig'hu, to the p( lis we'll yo, 
 And vote for the Western Sii.tesm.in CK 
 
 In f;rty ive sangthem out of tune, 
 And whipt ihcni with, that same o!d coon. 
 For -lenry Clay the ^[nod ar.d true. 
 We've nou^'ht but voiintr novv to do. 
 
 Advance Whigs, &.c. 
 
 There's Jamrs K Pulk to freemen callous,. 
 Mav go along with two-faced Dallas, 
 With MARKLE we'll make Penn?ylvany^ 
 As good a Blute for Clay as «ny. 
 
 Advance \\ l.igs-, Stc. 
 
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 rhc will oftlje people will soon bclolr!, 
 Kud Matty will remain at Lindenwold, 
 ^Ve'U show the Locos very puon, 
 Vhey taanot kill that same O'd Coon. 
 
 Advance Whigs, &e. 
 
 O. B. 
 
 WHIG QUODLIBET. 
 
 " As sung by the Philadelphia Clay Minetrela. ,! 
 
 Oh Polk! Oh Polk! 
 Don't you know yoiill end in smoke ! 
 I Tor up Salt River you must go Polk! 
 
 And the way you'll go up won't he slow Folk I 
 ; Oh Polk! Oh Pulk! 
 
 Don't you know you'll end in smoke! 
 lYou may run and your friends all may do their 
 
 very best, 
 ;But 'twill all be in vain you'll find; 
 iFor the log cabin boys go for Harry of the Wee' 
 l/Vnd you'll soon see that you can't shine', 
 You must ruitid what you're about. 
 For as sure as you are born, 
 You are bound to fizzle out 
 At the small end of the horn. 
 Oh Folk! Oh Folk 
 
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 THE FIGHTING CAPTAIN. 
 
 By F. B. Graham, Esq. 
 
 Tune — " It will never do to give it vp »o.'* 
 
 When Markle marched to the fronlier, 
 
 He knew not whnt ii wos to fear, 
 
 The Tory force the British sent, 
 
 But thia was e'er hi^ sentiit'.ent, 
 
 It will never do to give it up so, 
 It will never do t • give it up so, 
 
 It will never do to^jive it up so, gallant boyg, 
 It will never do to give it up so 1 
 
 lie bravely fought with Hariiaon, 
 And then o'er the foe a victory won, 
 And now he is the candidate 
 For Pennsylvania's chair of slato. 
 
 It will never do, &c. 
 
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 Now Whigp, lets rally for the fjglit. 
 Our cause is just, our course is right. 
 In the locos' ears when we shall sing, 
 We'll make this chorus loudly ling — 
 
 It will never do, &.C 
 
 With Harry Clay, the tried and true, 
 And Frelinghuysen and Marlde too, 
 VVe'll iriumph o'er the locos soon, 
 But we'll not forget this good o!d tunc. 
 
 It will never do, &.C. 
 
 A CATCH'. 
 
 Air — Hirers a health to all good lasses, 
 
 Here*3 success to old Kentucky, 
 Ever true and ever lucky; 
 
 Still his gratelul country's stayl 
 Freempn 'round your patriot rallyl 
 Raise the cry from hill and Vdlleyl^ 
 
 "Gratitude to Henry Clay!" 
 
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 THE FIRST POLK SONG. 
 TcNE— "0/i Dan Tucker " 
 
 Ah, Matty Van's a used up man, 
 Ami Lewis Cass he cannot pass. 
 And as for our old fiiend TecutnBch, 
 He's lost amidst the *' Rumst v Damsey." 
 Hurrah, hurrah, the Nation's risin' 
 For flarry Clay and Frelinghuysen. 
 
 There's Stewart he can't run at all. 
 And Buck' kept quiet in his stall, 
 'i he Loco's are uncertain f^Ik, 
 Iheyve knock'd all down, and set up Polk. 
 
 Hurruh, hurrah, 5tc 
 
 You'd better keep your Polk away> 
 Or we will cover him o'er with Clay, 
 The coons will never stop or bnilk, 
 But eat up berrieSy Polk ,ind aialk- 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, &,o. 
 
 And Wright was right at any rate, 
 ■"io spurn a hook will) such a biit, 
 For Vice witli such a man as Polk, 
 E'en Silas tliought too great, a joke. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, 8cc. 
 
 The deed is done — did you not hear, 
 1 he discord rinsring in your car, 
 They could not give you men more cnlloup, 
 '1 han James K. Polk, and George M. Dallas, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, Sic 
 
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 PENNSYLVANIA SONG. 
 
 Air — Rosin the Beau. 
 
 Ye friends of the Keystone awaken, 
 And rally the Lpco:^ lo flisfht; 
 Tennc9.-ee Polk is forsaken — 
 Thty cannot on Muhlie unite. 
 
 When driven near to de<p^ratioii, 
 Old Markl : the brine, good and Irwe, 
 Did mort'TSLfre his farm for the nalion, 
 To niarch wilh old Tippecanoe. 
 
 Hnzzi for the "Old Indian killer," 
 ffuzza for the "third Washington," 
 A-i call'd hv an old Loco dinner, 
 Who sncer'd ul the laurels he won. 
 
 They stiorinatizt; ]\Iarkle " a botcher," 
 And call him an nld "granny too," 
 *T\vas sach an old jfranny and butcher, 
 They found in old Tippecunue, 
 
 Arouse then ye Minstrels and readers. 
 And epe ikern, for Markle and Cl:iy, 
 With CLAY and old MARKLK for leaders. 
 The Whigs will sure carry the day. 
 
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 I'LiNG lURl'IJ THE CLAY BANiNER. 
 
 Tune. — ^'The Star Spangled Banner.'* 
 
 Fling forth the Clay Banner I give its folds to the 
 breeze, 
 Our trust in the Patriot and Stateeman proclai- 
 ming — 
 While the deep tones of freemen, like the surging 
 of seas, 
 The worth and the truth cf their Harry are 
 naming : 
 
 Let its Ftainlcss folds fly 
 On the wings of the sky, 
 And hranded the foe who to furl it would try; 
 for it telis to the world, all our findtjst h(i[te.s rest, 
 In tlie glory and weal of the Pride of the We^t. 
 
 The meed of Truth's soldier! — Fair Woman shall , 
 rise, 
 A prayer for the true hearts that Banner uphold- 
 
 And the beam of her eye, as that flag meets her 
 gaze. 
 Will rival bright Sol's when mom's gates are 
 un'ol(iin<T, 
 
 For all own her blest sway — 
 Agp, honored und gay. 
 And youth, whose fir:?t war-fire is kindled for Clay : 
 lor Woman, Fair Woman I Heaven's last gilt 
 
 and best, 
 Greets with smiles all who vole for the Pride of 
 the Wcet, 
 
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 Tltenjling forth ovr Banner I give its folds to 
 the breeze, 
 Our trust ia the Patriot and Statesman proclaim- 
 
 i"? — 
 While the deep tones of Freemen, like tlie surging 
 of seaB, 
 The worth and the truth of their Harry are 
 naming : 
 
 Let its stainless folds Hy 
 On the wings of the sky, 
 And branded the foe who to furl it would try ; 
 For it tells to tlie world, till our f )ndetit hopes rost 
 In the glory and weal of liie i'RiDK of thk West. 
 
 KENTUCKY O! 
 
 Written for the Ctioir of tlie National Clay f'tiil). 
 Air — On yonder rock reclhiinar. 
 
 In Ashland shades reclining. 
 That manly — i.oble form behold — 
 Fast his hands our slandard hold. 
 The Whig's best friend of old. 
 
 This way iiis steps inclining 
 With fearless tread to meet the foe, 
 And with strength to lay them low, 
 Nuvcmber's ides will phow. 
 Tremble — LorosI your doom is coming, 
 You hear the hills resounding, 
 
 Kentucky O! Kentucky 01 Kentucky O 
 
 Never his friends hHraying, 
 He fights for them and truth combined ; ] 
 Seekiner our Union Hrm to bind. 
 In which our strength we find 1 
 
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 See I ('!ay i<; now disniayingr, 
 By Mows thai fall nor litrlii nor slow, 
 The wicked [jluniierinff crew, 
 Who l)f()U2"l't onr nountrv low I 
 Trernilc — Polk I the Whigs are meeliiig, 
 With thunder tones repeatiritr 
 
 Kentucky O! Ktniucky O! Kentucky O! 
 
 No, no, we're not mistaken^ 
 We know 'tis Harrv bold and true, 
 Van I he soon will finiRii yoa, 
 And nl] fr e tradi rs too! 
 
 The Pf:('i)!o now awaken, 
 To (hat wliich t.) thcms( Ives ti ev o>ve, 
 And none hater ih.in tiie Locos know, 
 'I iiat f)r Clay th?^y go! 
 Treir'ble — Locos I for i;o\v y u see, 
 Y(>n c innt.t harm by culuniny 
 
 Kcntacky Ol Kentucky Ol Kentucky O! 
 
 WHIG SONG. 
 UrillcH for ilio Chftir of the .National Clay Club. 
 Ajr — Willie breic'd a peck o' matit. 
 
 The Tiorninees of B Itiinore, 
 
 Are good and true all will ng-rce; 
 
 Tuo bitif r men \ on could not find, 
 
 In nl! liub lind of liheriy. 
 
 We'll work for Clay, both night and day, 
 For him the country is u|)r"isin', 
 Let ChopiriMn crow, nnd LoC')9 bray. 
 We go tor Clay and Frelinghuysen. 
 
 1-1 Biiliimore like brothers join'd 
 Euch one reto'vtd on vittory, 
 
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 And that we very soon will gain, 
 And many more we hope to pee. 
 
 We'll work for Clay, &c. 
 
 For TTrnry Clay the biiijle horn, 
 We'll sound ufar from 8ea to sea, 
 'Til the jrreat Slatisman olthe VVest, 
 Is houor'fi by tlie "brave :ind free. 
 We'll work for Clay, «!fcc. 
 
 Who will not work both nij^ht and day, 
 A traitor to the cuiise must be — 
 Who floe3 the most i'"r Harry Clay, 
 Shall rise tnfjioe aniontr the free. 
 
 Thjij work for Clay, &,c. t. w. 
 
 CLAY AND KRELINGFIUYSEN. 
 
 TcNK— ♦' fMcy Neuir 
 
 What hns CMUsed ^hi^^ great commotion ? 
 
 At Biltimoie, ihcy H.iy, 
 The VVhig^s look up a Jersey Klue, 
 To run with Hi nry Clay. 
 Gallant Henry Clay I 
 Gall.int Henry Cl.iy . 
 Fre'iiiglmyHen t >i), we sing-^ 
 With galluni Henry Clay I 
 
 From Nrrtl) and Soutii and East and \yest, 
 
 The Whigs met to rof>-;y. 
 The noble .•■ervices performed 
 By ga l;ini He/iry CI ly. 
 Galliint H. nry Clay, 
 Gallant Huny (^lay, 
 Frelinglmjse I loo, we fling, 
 With gallant iltury Clav 
 
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 Then sixty tnnU'^and Whigs replied, 
 
 Witli shouts at Baltimore, 
 The country now is satisfied 
 With Clay and Theodore. 
 Gnllant Henry Clay, 
 Gallant Henry Clay, 
 Frelinghuysen too we sing, 
 With gallant Harry Clay. 
 
 Ye friends of Harrison again, 
 
 Your colors now displa}. 
 The old tried " guard" of" forty" wheels 
 In line for Henry Clay. 
 Gallant Henry Clay, 
 GalUnt Henry Clay, 
 Frclinghuysen too we "-ing, 
 With gallant Henry Clay. 
 
 And thoiijrh our foes the mn-^ic hate, 
 
 Yet still this tune we'll play. 
 While all the ladies in the land, 
 
 Tlie chorus join for Clay. 
 
 Gallant Henry Clay, &c. 
 
 With Frelin^huysen on our shield, 
 
 We see a brigliter day, 
 With shouts of glorious victory 
 We'll h:iil our Henry Clay. 
 Gallant Henry Clay, 
 Gallant Henry Clay, 
 Frclinghuysen too, we sing, 
 With gallant Henry Clay. 
 
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 THAT SAME OLD TUNE. 
 
 Air — Vive la Companie. 
 
 Come join in a shout for the man we love best, 
 Hurraii T'r the Farmer of Ashland I 
 
 The friend of the People — the man of the West— , 
 Hurrah fcr trie Farmer of Ashland ! 
 
 We'll give them a touch of that snme old tune. 
 
 We'll orive them a sigiit of that same old coon ; 
 
 They'll seo him ajrain by the light of the moon; 
 Hurrah for the Farmer of Ashland I 
 
 He's trusty as steel to his word and friend, 
 
 Hurrah for the Fairmer of Ashland ! 
 
 The' they tried to subdue him, he never would bend, 
 Hurr.h for tiio Farmer of Ashland! 
 
 We'll give them a touch, &.c. 
 
 They tell me that Polk is a nice little man, ^ 
 Hurrah for the Farmer of Ashland'. 
 
 Jones gave him a dressinjj the last tirao he ran— 
 Hurrah for t!ie Farmer of Ashland I 
 
 We'll give them a touch, &,c. 
 
 Here's a health to our statesman, our champion 
 and friend, 
 
 Hurrah for the Farmer of Ashland ! 
 He fought from tlie first, and he'll fiuht to the end 
 
 Hurrah ior tlie Farmer of Ashland ! 
 We'll give them a toucl), &,c. 
 
 Come join in the chorus as loud as you can, 
 H rrah for the Farmer of Ashland ! 
 
 /jid whcn'er they hear it they'll tremble for Vanr-i 
 Hurrah fur the Faniwr cf AsKkuKj ! 
 
 Wtt'U give then) t. to«eh, &c. 
 
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 LEAVE VAIN REGRETS. 
 Tune. — Aiild Lang Syiie* 
 Leave vain regrets for errors past, 
 
 Nor cast that ship away — 
 But nail your colours to the mast. 
 And strike for Harry Chy, 
 
 And strike for Harry Clay, my boys 
 
 And strike for Harry Clay, 
 And nail your colours to the most. 
 And strike for Henry Clay. 
 
 From him no treason need be fear'd, 
 
 Your cause he'll ne'er betray. 
 What name to Freemen so eodear'd. 
 As that of Harry Clay, 
 
 As that of Harry Clay, my boys. 
 
 As that ot Harry ('lay. 
 Whose name to treemen so endear'd. 
 As that of Hdriy Clay. 
 No vain abstractions hll his head. 
 
 To lead his heart away, 
 Jor every noble promise made 
 Is kept by Harry Clay. 
 
 Is kept by Harry Clay, my boy», 
 
 Is kept by Harry Clay, 
 For every noble promise made 
 Is kept by Harry Clay, 
 
 Then let n« t ruin's hated form 
 
 Thus fill you with dismay, 
 But gathering strength to breast the storm 
 Stand fast by Harry Clay. 
 
 Stand last by Harry Clay, my boys. 
 
 Stand fast by Harry Clay, 
 But gathering strength to brave the stOW 
 StaaU fast by Harry CUf* 
 
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 Rise, bravely rise, one efToi t more. 
 
 Your motto thus display. 
 
 Protection for our native shore. 
 
 Sustained by Harry Clay. 
 
 Sustained by Harry Clay, my boys. 
 
 Sustained by Harry Clay, 
 
 Protection tor our native shore. 
 
 Sustained by Harry Clay, 
 
 And o'er our gallant Chieftain's* grave. 
 
 Pledge we our faith tliis day. 
 In weal or wo, no chan'^e to know. 
 Till triumphs Harry Clay. 
 
 Till triumplis Harry Clay, my boys. 
 
 Till triumphs Harry Clay, 
 In wr»i or wo, no change to know^ 
 Till triumphs ll&i\y Clay. 
 
 OH, HENRY CLAY WILL BE THE MAN, 
 Tune. — Nancy Dawson, 
 
 Said Tyler John, the other day. 
 
 How many are Clav men I pray ? 
 
 Why Johnny, dear, we're made of Clay, 
 
 And so we all are Clay men. 
 
 Oh, Henry Clay will be the man, 
 And turn and twist it as you can. 
 He'll gain the day, and fix a plan 
 To set us all to rights again. 
 
 ^Tb« laffiQnte4 £larrisoai: 
 
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 Clay men are all good men and true 
 Their Clay will prove too hard for you. 
 And no vile tiaitor, John, will do 
 To starid among the Clay men. 
 
 Oh, Henry Clay, &C, 
 
 We'll COCK our wigs and turn you out. 
 Both horse and foot your forces rout. 
 And Clay forever fiercely shout ; 
 That you may hear the Clay men. 
 
 Oh, "Henry Clay, &C. 
 
 How many Clay men did you say. 
 Go count the stars i' the milky way, 
 And ten for each, and then you may 
 Altsmpt to count the Clay men. 
 
 Oh, Henry Clay, &c 
 
 For Henry Clay we'll go the whole — 
 Join head and hand — join heart and soul. 
 The people's will knows no control, 
 They shout lor Henry Clay, boys. 
 
 Oh, Henry Clay, fe-c. 
 
 Then gaUant Harry, take your stand. 
 
 We'll rally round you, hand in hand; 
 
 Despite the Loco Tyler band 
 
 You shi>ll be head of the nation ? 
 la k)rtyfour we'll rout the foe. 
 And lay tlie frantic loco>* low, 
 And Johnny Tyler then will know. 
 How many of us are Clay mea. 
 Oh, Henry Clay will be the man. 
 And turn and twist it as you can. 
 He'll gain the day and fix a plaa 
 To set us all to rights, boys. 
 
 cod Spanish for & madman. .■/ 
 
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 HARRY, THE HONEST AND TRUE. 
 Tune — Rosin the Beau, 
 
 Ye gallant true Whigs of the army 
 
 That conquered for Tippecanoe, 
 Come with us, and join now the standard. 
 
 Of Hairy, the honest-and true; 
 
 Of Harry, the honest and true ; 
 *A'ho " fought in the ranks," as a soldier, 
 
 With us, for old Tippecanoe. 
 
 We have not, my fri- nds, now to lead us. 
 
 Our former commander, 'tis true. 
 For death has been here and promoted 
 
 Our chieftain, brave Tippecanoe ; 
 
 Our chieftain, brave Tippecanoe ; 
 
 Our gallant old Tippecanoe ; 
 He's left us to join the hi^h army 
 Of those who are faithful and true 
 
 Yet in the same cause we're united- 
 
 We fight the same enemy toQ 
 And Iwve for our leader invited 
 
 Tlie friend of old Tippecanoe ; 
 
 The friend of old Tippecanoe; ' 
 
 Our honest old Tippecanoe ; 
 He's lelt none behind him more worthy 
 
 '1 han harry, the filled and true. 
 
 We know tliat he never will leave us. 
 To join with the enemy's crev/ ; 
 
 ^Ve know lie will never deceive us, 
 He ever was honest and true ; 
 The Statesman, bold fearless and truej 
 Our Harry, the honest and true ; 
 
 The trus>^ 'lZ^ cnerished supporter^ 
 
 And friend of oldTi4)i>ccauoe. 
 
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 Our gallant old chief when he left d=;, 
 
 Bequeathed us a " Captain." thought true, 
 But the traitor has since joined the army. 
 
 That fought apainst Tippecanoe, 
 
 That fought asrainst Tippecanoe, 
 
 Our noble old Tippecinoe : 
 But come, boys, we'll yet " head the Captain," 
 With Harry, the dauntless and true. 
 
 The victory we gained once so nobly, 
 
 We've lost, and by treachery too. 
 But shall ever the soldiers despair, boys, 
 
 VVho've fought with old Tippecanoe ? 
 
 Who've fought with old Tippecanoe 
 
 The gallant old Tippecanoe ; 
 Pick your flints again — look to your priming. 
 
 And — fire! boys, for Harry, the true. 
 
 Mr. Clay — The following worthy tribute frortk. an 
 opponent is from the Democratic Review : — 
 
 "There is no serious question as to the Whig can- 
 didate. It is to be Clay — Clay, v.ith an enthusi- 
 asm of personal feeling which we envy him the honor 
 of having awakened in his friends and his paity, far 
 more than we should that of the office itself, with 
 which they are so earnestly bent to adorn and re- 
 ward the closing years of his long politiral lilV. * » • 
 Ciay tlien can alone be the man ; and the indications 
 are apparent enough, as indeed it cou.d no be 
 doubted, that the rally and struggle to be made for 
 him will ecjual, if not surpass, in vehemence and ia 
 lavish profusion of means, the before unparallele4 
 efforts of 1840." 
 
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 THE LADIES' WHIG SONG. 
 Tune — Rosin the Beau. 
 
 If e'er I should wish to get married, 
 And indeed I doa't know but I may. 
 
 The man that I give up my hand to 
 Must be the firm friend of Old Clay. 
 
 Must be, Sec, 
 
 For I am sure I could ne*er love a loco, , 
 No matter how grand he might bf. 
 
 And the man that could vote tor Dick. Johnson, 
 Is not of a taste to suit me. 
 
 Is not, &c. 
 
 Tom Benton's too much of a rowdy, 
 To claim any ;?00(/ man's suppoit, 
 
 And on Jemmy Buchanan's low wages 
 The people have made their report. 
 
 The people, &c» 
 
 John Tyler's too mean to he thought of, 
 
 A circumstance cropt for a man. 
 By every true Whig he's regarded. 
 
 As cnly a *' flash in the pan." 
 
 As only, &c« 
 
 His conduct can no way dishearten. 
 
 The Whigs only wait for the day, 
 To make liun another "gone M'lrtin" 
 
 And move on with Old Hurry Cloy. 
 
 And move, &Ct 
 
 Then rouse gallant Whigs to your duty. 
 And drive all the miscreants away. 
 
 Complete what you strove for in forty, 
 Vour watchword be Old Harry Clay. 
 
 Your watchwwd, &c. 
 
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 HARRY OF KENTUCKY. 
 
 Tune. — 'Tis my delight of a shiny nigJU 
 
 Onee more our glorious banner out. 
 
 Upon fhe breeze we throw — 
 Beneath its folds with song and shout. 
 
 Let's charge upon the foe ! 
 Ou»- chosen chief, alas! — no more 
 
 Shall place his lance in rest. 
 But well we know the love he bore 
 
 Our J Tarry of the West, 
 
 Our Harry of the West, my boys. 
 
 Our Harry of the West. 
 
 Then brothers rise, and rally round. 
 
 The statesman ever true, 
 Until his name with trumpet sound. 
 
 Shall make the welkin's blue. 
 And millions with admiring eyes. 
 
 Shall call him from his rest, 
 The hero of new victories. 
 
 Our Harry of the West, &c. 
 
 When sought the red coats, as of oJd, 
 
 The empire of the Free, 
 And Biitish cannons once more rolled. 
 
 Its thunder o'er the sea. 
 Who loudest cheered our gallant tars. 
 
 And fired the soldier's bieast, 
 Till victory hailed our stripes and star»- 
 
 But Harry of the West, &c. 
 
 And when no more the groaning SoutV 
 To Spain would bend the knee. 
 
 But rising, at the caonon's mouth. 
 Proclaimed she would be free— 
 
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 Who heard his burning accents fall, 
 
 And reared her starry crpst. 
 Young Independence, at the call. 
 
 Of Harry of the West, <fec. 
 
 Whene'er forgot the commonweal. 
 
 And party waves run strong, 
 'Till e'en the wisest halt and feel 
 
 That every thing goe=> wrong. 
 There's one the olive branch who brings 
 
 And lulls the storm to rest, 
 'Till peace comes on her hngel wings, 
 
 'Tis Harry of the West, &cc. 
 
 Let Ty with Calhoun "jump just so," 
 
 And dance " Virginny reels," 
 Each striving which to \\ higs can show 
 
 The cleauest pair of heels. 
 Let loco focos bid them hail. 
 
 We'll head their trai»'rous guest, 
 Kentucky rifles never fail 
 
 With Harry of the West, &c. 
 
 Let Van his mottled forces drill, 
 
 'Till Benton swears 'tib hard. 
 And Captain Tyler shows his skill. 
 
 With his tremendous Guard.'* 
 What care we for tlitm, great and small. 
 
 E'en though they do thtir best ? 
 For old Kentuck will head them all— 
 
 Our Harry of the West, 6cc. 
 
 The honors which the hero won, 
 
 Enciicle not his bead. 
 Like withered wreailis they rest upon 
 
 Anoiher^s brow instead — 
 
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 The statesman never faithless known, 
 
 The worthiest and the oest. 
 Shall make them bloom again — our owq 
 
 True Harry of the West, &c. 
 
 Oh ! ever green the sod that lie 
 
 Above the sainted dead — 
 And o'er our path his memory. 
 
 For aye, his radiance shed ! 
 Its hallowed light shall fall upon 
 
 Our flag, where'er it rest. 
 And write the name of Harrison, 
 
 With Harry of the West, gtc. 
 
 Then let the glorious banner float 
 
 To the sunshine and the blast. 
 Till victory sounds her bugle note, 
 
 The din of battle past. 
 No brighter name can lead us on. 
 
 High on its folds imprest, 
 Than ihine, truth's gallant Champion, 
 
 Our ilarry of the West, 8cc. 
 
 What would be thought of the morality of the 
 Democratic paity if it should take this odious, this 
 detestable administration by the hand, or admit it 
 into its council? — Washington Globe. 
 
 Why, under such circumstances, we would think 
 of the " morality" of ihe party pietty mucn as we 
 think of John Tyler's conscience, John Jone s' brains, 
 Amos Kendall's giatitude. Van Buren's candour, 
 Buchanan's Democracy, Dick Johnson's incorrupti- 
 bility, and Calhoun's chances for the succession.—- 
 Louisville Journal, 
 
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 THAT SAME OLD COON. 
 
 BY J. BOUGHTON. 
 
 Tune—" The Mellow HornV 
 
 When fierce corruption brooded o'er 
 
 Our land uith witherinir blijrht, 
 And Freedorn'.s light, that bura'd of yore, 
 
 Was wrapp-d in darkest nitrht — 
 'Twas then ih it slurnb'ring vvhigs awoke 
 
 To guard the sacred boon, 
 And deep avenging notes that spoke, 
 
 Aroused " tiiat same Old Conn." 
 That same Old Coon — 
 That ^;arne old patriotic Coon.] 
 
 When Matty, with nsurj.ing hand, 
 TIjc Nation's n ck h id wrung, 
 And all the Loco-Foco band 
 \ Hozar;nas to him sung — 
 
 *Twas then Old i'ip, willi speed of wind. 
 Outrun the base poltroon- 
 While none with kencr triumph grinn'd 
 Than did " that same Old Co-m.' 
 That same Old Coon — 
 Tliat same old patriotic Coon. 
 
 What makes the Locos quake with fear. 
 
 And faint with very dread; 
 And whence dues spiing ti)e frequent tear, 
 
 Whi( h they're constrained to shed? 
 It is because they hear aijairi 
 
 Old Kigiiteen forty's tune, 
 And fornio-t in tiiat great campaign, 
 
 They see "that same Old Coon. 
 That same O'ld Coon — 
 That same old patriotic Coon..' 
 
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 As docs ihc Ptinpet west, that shines, 
 
 Fortell a brilliant day — 
 So do the bright, auspicious ^i^ns, 
 
 All point to Henr_y Clay ! 
 Then Ictus with the l;irk upspring, 
 
 Nor t.irry u hun 'tis noun. 
 But with united effort cling' 
 
 Around " tliat iiLinic' old coon." 
 Tlial same Old Coon — 
 That same old patriotic Coon. 
 
 WHIG GIRLS OF 1840. 
 
 Tune— "Z)fln Tuc/.-^r." 
 
 We p'ain'd the day four years ago 
 For all the Ladies help'd you knov\', 
 And now, they all enlist again, 
 And go forChiy with niigiit and main. 
 
 So clear the way with your foul party, 
 Clear the way with your foul part}'. 
 Clear the way with your foul party. 
 For we're the g'n'is of eighteen forty. 
 
 While walking out the other day, 
 
 I heard a lovely lady say, 
 
 That if she had a Loco beau, 
 
 She soon would tell him he might go. 
 
 So ckar the way, &c. 
 
 This is the case wliere'er I've been, 
 Wit!) all the girls that I have .seen;— 
 No other man will do, they say. 
 For President but Henry Clay. 
 
 So clear the way, &.C. 
 
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 In eij?hleen forty they, they did do 
 Their best for " Tip and Tyler too,"— 
 Throughout our Imd, each female tongue, 
 Was heard in praise of Harrison, 
 
 So clear the way, &c. 
 
 The Locos want them in the field. 
 And try all arts to make them yield, 
 And go for Polk, instead of Cliy, 
 But prompt and firm we heard them say, 
 Clear tne way with your foul party, 
 We are the girls of eighteen forty. 
 
 The Locos met at Ealtimore, 
 But the girls had seen the Whigs hefore' 
 And when they view'd that Loco crowd,. 
 They cried, with voices sweit and loud, 
 
 Clear the way, &c. 
 
 And when they heard the name of Polk 
 For President, again they spoke; 
 They timed their voices up agam, 
 And all united in this strain. 
 
 Clear the way, &c. 
 
 Then let no Loco ask the hand, 
 Of any livdy in our 1 ind, 
 For ten to one she'll be for Clay, 
 And then in thunder tones sh. '11 say. 
 
 Clear the way wiih your foul party, &c. 
 
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 THE WORKINGMAN'S SOiVG. 
 
 TuM^. — There's nae luck about the house i or, tht 
 Washing Day, 
 
 Times won't be right, 'tis plain to see, 
 
 Till Tyler runs riis race; 
 But then we'll have a belter man 
 
 To put into his place. 
 For now we'll louse with might and main. 
 
 And work, and work away. 
 And work, work, work, work. 
 
 And put in Henry Clay. 
 
 The Farmers want good times again. 
 
 To sell their wheat and pork. 
 And so to put in Henry Clay, 
 
 They're going right to work. 
 They'll plough and sow. and reap and mow. 
 
 And thresh an.l thresh away. 
 And thresh, thresh, thresh, thresh 
 
 And vote for Henry Clay. 
 
 The Labouring Men that want more work 
 
 And higher wages too. 
 Will help to put in Henry Clay, 
 
 With better times to view. 
 They'll saw and chop, and grub and dig, 
 
 And shovel and shovel away. 
 And shovel, shovel, shovel, shovel, 
 
 And vote for Henry Clay. 
 
 The Weavers too, will go to work 
 
 For a taritF and Henry Clay, 
 They'll make us the cloth we want^ 
 
 If thtiy caa have fair play. 
 
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 They'll reel and spool, and warp and wind. 
 
 And weave and weave away, 
 And we^ve, weave, weave, weave, 
 
 And vole for Henry Clay, 
 
 "We want no Clothing ready made. 
 
 From England or from France, 
 We've Tailors here who know their trade. 
 
 They ought to have a chance. 
 They'll cut and basie, and hem, and press. 
 
 And stitch, and stitch away 
 And stitch, stitch, stitch, stitch, 
 
 And vote lor Henry Clay. 
 
 The Hatters do not want to see. 
 
 Their ketthjs standing- dry, 
 And so they'll go for Henry Clay, 
 
 And tlien the fur will fly. 
 They'll nap and block and olour and bind, 
 
 And finish and finish away. 
 And finish, finish, finish, finish. 
 
 And vote for Henry Clay. 
 
 Shoemakers too, with nght good will, 
 
 Will join the workinc^ throng ; 
 And what they do for Henry Clay, 
 
 They'll do both neat and strong. 
 Theyll ciimp and cut and last and stitch. 
 
 And ball and ball away. 
 And ball, ball, ball, ball, 
 
 And vote for Henry Clay. 
 
 The Coopers know, when farmers thrive, 
 
 Their trade is always best. 
 And so they'll go with one accord, 
 
 For Harry of the West, 
 
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 They'll dress and raise and truss and croze. 
 
 And hoop and hoop away, 
 And hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop. 
 
 And vote for Henry Clay. 
 
 The Blacksmiths will roll up their sleeves, 
 
 Their sledges they will swing, 
 And at the name of Henry Clay, 
 
 They'll make their anvils ring. 
 They'll blow and strike, and forge and weld. 
 
 And hammer, and hammer away, 
 And hammer, hatumcr, hammer, hammer, 
 
 And vole for Henry Clay, 
 
 And thus we'll work and thus we'll sing, 
 
 Till Tyler's race is run. 
 And then welll have to fill his place, 
 
 Kentucky's favourite Son. 
 For now we'll rouse, with might and maiu. 
 
 And work and work away. 
 And work, work, work, work. 
 
 And put in Henry Clay. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 Here's the Statesman, always ready. 
 Ever constant, ever true, 
 Not rash, but ardent, firm, and steady. 
 Resolved to bear his country through. 
 Yielding the meed to others due. 
 
 Calmly he views the streams of faction. 
 Looks through their workings, eagle-eyed, 
 A noble mark for base detraction, 
 Yet turning all its dajts aside. 
 
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 VOICE OF THE PEOPLE. 
 
 Am— ''A life on the Ocean ware." 
 
 List, list to the People's cry, 
 
 Resyunding o'er hill and dale, 
 In terror thi; Loco's fly, 
 
 Like chuff on the winter's g&le. 
 The mountains arc ringing: the shout, 
 
 Tlie valleys re-echo again. 
 And the rock-bonnd shores of the North 
 
 Are joyously pweHing the strain. 
 Hark, liarl<, to the loud acclaim, 
 
 That comes fron the distant West, 
 They c;iii for the Son of Fame, 
 
 Their Clay — the greatest and best. 
 F^ark, Hark! Mark.'ilark ! 
 Hark, Hark ! to the dibtunt West 
 
 Aripn, yc Wliigs of the East, 
 
 'Tis now the glorious day. 
 When all your votes sliould be cast 
 
 In support of Henry Clay. 
 The S jutli is up in her strength. 
 
 Our cause will in triumph prevail 
 And the shout of a people free 
 
 Siiall hurthentbe sweeping gale. 
 Like a whirlwind his fime has spread — 
 
 The mists have all cleared away — 
 t'he tue froui the field (ipb fled! 
 
 Thin hurra!i I for Henry Clay. 
 Hurrah ! Hurrah I 
 Hurrah for Henry Clay, 
 
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 CrPlAIl Tlir, WAY FOR HARRY CLAY. 
 TirNE. — Wfiot has caused this great commotion 
 
 What has caused this agitation, 'tation/tation, 
 Our foes bel: ay ? 
 
 It is the ball a rolling on, 
 
 To clear the way for Henry Clay: 
 To clear tlie way for Elenry Clay. 
 
 For with him we can beat any man, man, man, 
 
 O^ Shb Van Buren clan^ 
 
 Fftr wiih him we can beat any man. 
 
 Mechanics cry out for protection, 'lection, tectioo 
 And b'ess the day 
 
 That set the ball a rollino- on 
 
 To clear the way for Henry Clay: 
 To clear the way for Henry Clay. 
 
 For vviih him, &c. 
 
 The merchants say there'll be no money, monej 
 money, 
 Their debts to pay. 
 Until the ball that's roiling on. 
 
 Has cleared the way for Henry Clay. 
 
 For with him, &c. 
 
 The farme'"j say there'll be no market, market 
 market, 
 For cattle or h^.y. 
 Until the ball that's rolling on, 
 
 Has cleared the way for Henry Clay., 
 
 For with him, &c. 
 
 From all professions comes the cry, cry, cry, 
 
 Speed the day. 
 When this good ball that's rolling on. 
 
 Shall clp;^r the way for Henry Clay, 
 
 For w«t> him, &c 
 
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 The ^reat, 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. 
 
 For with hira, &c. 
 
 Let honest locos stand from under, under, under, 
 
 Without delay, 
 Join in with us to roll the ball, 
 
 Ihat 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 \'an or Clay to clear the way — 
 We know they'll give tnat word for Clay 
 
 For with him, &.c. 
 
 We've spread our banner to the breeze, breeze, 
 bieeze. 
 And it shall stay 
 Until the ball that's rolling on, 
 
 ilas cleared the way for Henry Clay. 
 
 For with him, kc. 
 
 Come all true hearted patriots rally, rally, rail '_• 
 Your strength display. 
 
 l?oubt not the ball that's rolling now. 
 Shall clear the way for Henry Clay, 
 Sliall clear the way for Henry Clay, 
 
 for with iiim, &w 
 
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 WHIG GLEE. 
 1st Voice — I am going lo vote for Henry Clay! 
 2d " And so am II 
 3d " And so am II 
 1st " I think there'll not be much in the way, 
 
 To hinder his election ; i 
 
 Sd " For Folk and Dallas, not started soon, I 
 Stand no more chance than ' the man in the moon, 
 3d " We'll beat lliein single, or beat them double^ 
 
 Just as t ) them will be the least trouble I 
 Chorus — Tiicn hip I Imrra for old Kentack I 
 Biinish far all care and sorrow, 
 We'll sing our songs to-day for luck, 
 And work f r CI ly totnnrrow. 
 1st I like with our friends an hour to spend, 
 8d And so do 1 1 
 
 3d And so do 1 1 
 
 iat And tlms to them a hand extend 
 
 In fellowship for Harry I 
 Sd Oh ! how pleasant and how fine, 
 
 To know such fellowship is mine, 
 3d But how sheepish you'll look 
 
 If you countenance Polk I 
 1st Thai's not my case, 
 2d Nor mine, 
 
 3d Nor mine. 
 
 C/jori/s— Then hip 1 hurra for old Kentuck, &c. 
 1st I like the fun we're having with Polk, 
 2d And so do I I 
 
 3d And so do I, 
 
 Ist His political friendj" d(m't relish the joke, 
 
 But now 'tis past undoing. 
 2d The puny chicken of Chapman 8c Co., 
 
 Has lost his voice and cannot crow, 
 3d And we've nothing to do of this pretty job 
 
 But to take the corn and leave 'em the cob 
 
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 THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT 
 CANVASSING. 
 
 Aia — '* The days ichen we went Gi/>seying.^* 
 
 In the days whan we went canvassing 
 
 A lonijf titne m^n, 
 Our canflidiites wiih honor's flame, 
 
 Were w.>r(ri from top to toe; 
 We p HCtci tl]cm in the state's high scat, 
 
 To guide iier laws so free, 
 ri)cir virtues ruled the land in peace. 
 
 And fair pio.-perity ; 
 But now each chief lurns demagogue, 
 
 And proves his country's foe, 
 Since the days when we wtnt canvassing; 
 
 A long time ago, 
 Sinci; the (iays when we went canvassii.^ 
 
 A long time ago. 
 
 But Freedom when the patriots made, 
 
 'Form'd one of Claij so true, 
 That boldiv he [)r.>(d im'd her rights, 
 
 Agii; St t!ie traitor crew; 
 And unto CLAY she prfiudly points, 
 
 And Ciill-; eacii freeman on, 
 And place him on her rock of powei 
 
 'J'o gain h'T glories gone ; 
 Thtn let each heart her call obey, 
 
 And all -igain t^hii'l know, 
 The happinCiS that blest our land, 
 
 A lontj tin)e ago. 
 The happiness that blest our land, 
 
 A long lime ago. 
 
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 HARRY CLAY'S RAISIN . 
 
 AIR—" Old Tip's raisin' y 
 
 Come all ye log cabin boys, we'll have another 
 
 raising-, 
 We hiive a job on hand, that we think will be 
 
 pleasing. 
 
 We'll tiiin out and build Harry Clay a new cabin ; 
 And fiiii.sli ii off wiih cbinkia i<nd with daubin'. 
 We want all the lug cabin boys in the nation, 
 To be on the gronnd to build the foundation. 
 And every Loco Foco will thij.k it is amazing, 
 To see how we work at the Cla}' cabin raising. 
 
 Hurra, hurra, it lia[)pens very lucky, 
 
 We have such good Cl.ay in Old Kentucky. 
 
 We'll c!( ar (JflTtl-e ground plat and put the 
 
 "■dor ni ens'" under. 
 And put (he sleepers on them without any bluuder 
 We'll all go to work us -jc^od Whigs ou^ht to do, 
 And Matty shall bo routed like Bonaparte at 
 
 Waterloo, 
 We'll shoulder our axes and cut down the timber- 
 Wti ai. .enrn'd the trade boys in flirty, you'll 
 
 re me ruber — 
 So hurrah boys — there's no two ways in. 
 The Tun we'll have nt the Clay cabin rai.sin' 
 Hurra, hurra, Ike. * 
 
 We'll have it well chinked, and we'll put on the 
 
 cover. 
 Of good sound clapboards, with the weight-poica 
 
 ovor, 
 And a {rood wide chimney for the fire to blaze in, 
 Toifiup the Wliigb wav.n in the cold winter seasou; 
 
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 And when we want to daub it, it happens very 
 
 lucky, 
 That we have the best of Clay in Old Kentucky; 
 For no other State I^.as such good Ciay in, 
 To make up the nsortar for the Clay cabin raisin' 
 liurra, hurra, 6lc. 
 
 For the hauhnnr of the logs we'll call on Pennsyl- 
 
 vany. 
 For the Conestoga teams will pull as well as any. 
 And the Yankee fctatea and York blate, and all of 
 
 the others, 
 Will come and help us lifl like so many brothers. 
 The Hoosiers and ihe Suckers, and the VVoIvcrino 
 
 farmers, 
 And Buckeyes know the right way to carry up the 
 
 corners, 
 For every one's a good enough carpenter and 
 
 mnson, 
 To do a little work at the Clay cabin raism*. 
 Hurra, hurra, iSlC. 
 
 We'll cut out a window snd have a wide door is, 
 We'll lay a good loft and a first rais ixin-.f ax. 
 We'll fix it complete for Clay to see his friends in, 
 We know that the latck-string win never iia»e ua 
 
 ends in. 
 And when our Cabin's finished, and free from all 
 
 dangers, 
 We'll invite all our friends, and welcome the 
 
 strangers. 
 With Bongs and with speeches, there's no two 
 
 ways in 
 Tho fan that we'll have at the Clay cabin raisin*. 
 Hurrah, hurrah, &c. 
 
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 SONG AND CHORUS. 
 
 TvNE—Ohl lip's the Boy. 
 
 Come one and all, obey the call, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. 
 And rally round on freedoin's ground, 
 
 l^lurruh, hurrah, hurrah. 
 Renouncing all the Tyler truck. 
 Once more we mean to trv our luck, 
 With Harry Clay of old Kentuck. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrahl 
 
 A Western star that shines afar, 
 
 Hurra!), hurrah, hurrah, 
 A ray of light, that quivers bright. 
 
 Hurrah, hurra'-i, hurrah. 
 Then place him proudly on your crest, 
 A man with truth and wisdom blest. 
 The Lion Statesman of the West, 
 
 Harrah, hurrah, hurrah I 
 
 While Harry's there let none despair, 
 
 Hurrah, Hurr..h, hurrah, 
 
 For when he spoke tiie tyra'.ts shook, 
 
 Hurran, liurrali, hurrah. 
 
 Who in- a dark and do'eful hour, 
 His voice in tliunder tones did pour, 
 Agai^.st that fuial veto poiaer. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! 
 
 The Battle fights of all State Rights, 
 
 Hurrali, hurrah, hurrah, 
 
 With Union too he's firm and true, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. 
 
And looking to our rights alone, 
 Strict justice he would not postpone, 
 But give to every state her own. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah I 
 
 The sterling friend of old North Bend, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, 
 
 The ladies too, believe him true, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. 
 
 The Father of Columbia's cause. 
 Whose measures must demand applause, 
 A TarifTaiid Protecting Laws. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! 
 
 With Benton's gold lie can't be fooled, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, 
 
 Nor Ti/ler''s plan, Cal.ko/jn, nor Van. 
 
 Jlurrah, hurrah, hurrah. 
 
 But dauntless he will face the storm ; 
 Our currency he will reibrin. 
 And make it sound and uniform, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah '. 
 
 Our cause is jvet and thrive it must, 
 
 iJurrufi, hurrah, hurrah, 
 
 Then let's be wise and siezc the prize, 
 
 Hurral), hurrah, hurrah. 
 
 Let every Whig go 1 and in hand. 
 
 And form ofH patriotic band. 
 
 To save this blest find happy land, 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah* 
 
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 THE SHIP COLUBIBIA. 
 Written for the " National Clay Minstrel." 
 
 BY F. B. GRAHAM, 
 
 Tune—" Hail to the Chief:* 
 
 Far from the west see the statesman advancintr, 
 
 Wiiose voice in our cause has so often been heard, 
 Now his bright, beaming eye, towaids the wliig 
 standard glancinp^, 
 
 Is fixed on the qay-pluniaged liij|||ty bird. 
 Give him the helm of tlie fair ship Columbia, 
 
 And we'll laugh at the storm us we ride safely o'eT 
 ^11 the high-swelliQg surges of lilft's troubled oceaa. 
 
 Till Protection we fiud on our own native shore. 
 
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 Now to the lofty mast. 
 
 Nail the whig banner fast. 
 And let it fore'er on the wind's pinions play ! 
 
 None will the tempest fear, 
 
 When with a hearty cheer, 
 We welcome onboard, the brave mariner Clay. 
 
 Toss'd have we been 'mid the breakers of treachery. 
 
 Tyrants and traitors have guided us long, 
 But without breaking; forth in a blood-thirsty mutiny. 
 
 We'll SLod the old Cu])tain away with a song. 
 'Neath the folds of lliat standard at mast-head now 
 streaming, 
 Our crew will not long by the guard be oppressed; 
 For the sun-light of peace will soon o'er us be gleaming 
 And will gladden our homes in the land of the west. 
 Standing our flag beneath. 
 Let us a laurel wreath 
 Entwine round the brow of the brave Harry Clay ! 
 Hark! 'tis the bugle-blast! 
 Nail the vvhig banner fast! 
 And e'er let it float in the light of the day. 
 
 The following toast by the Hon. John P. Ken- 
 nedy, of Baltimore, was drank at a dinner jfiven 
 by the New Yorkers to a Delegation who had ^one 
 from Baltimore to congratulate the Whigs of the 
 Empire State upon their victory in 1837. 
 
 HA.IRY OF THE WEST. 
 
 " (Jur liveliest pledge 
 
 Of hope in fears and dangers, heard so ofl:. 
 In worat extremes, and on the perilous edge, 
 Of battle when it raged, in all assaults 
 Our surest signal 1" 
 
60 
 
 SONG OF THE V^OUNG WIIIGS. 
 
 Air — *\yhat Fairy-like Music* 
 
 Ilnrk I — IJurk ! what sweet music 
 
 Comes soft o'er the phiin, 
 Enchanting niy heart with 
 Its soul meltinix strain? 
 
 'Tis tlic Song of tlie young' Whigs, 
 
 As th( y march to the Iray 
 Deter mined to conquer 
 
 For their own liarry Clay. 
 List, list, to the cadence — 
 
 It is rising ag.iin, 
 Pealing w\) irom the mountains 
 To IJe iven's blue plain — 
 
 'Tis ti;e sonj; of the young Whigs, 
 
 As they come in tJieir might, 
 To siivetheii loved country ^ 
 From Misrule's sad bliglit. 
 List, li~t, to their music, 
 
 It is coming more riear— 
 
 Hark — list — to llie words now 
 
 As lliey ring on the ear — 
 
 'Tia the song of the young W'higs, 
 
 Throuiili the conn'ry tiiwy're risia* 
 To pi ice wrtalhs on ihe brow 
 Of our own I'le'inghuysen. 
 See, see, their vast host, 
 
 They arc now wheeling past — 
 List, list, 10 their slmut, 
 As it sc-ars on tlie blast — 
 
 'Tis the shout of the young Whigs 
 
 To the Traitor they say, 
 "Your sentence is passed 1 
 Make room for our CLAY." 
 
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 TflE TOON? SOXG. 
 
 Written for the National Clay Minstrel. 
 
 TvyE,—" Dandy Jim oj Caroline. 
 
 A race, a race ! And who will win ? 
 
 Who will be out^ who will be in f 
 
 Trot out vour na^s ! we'll see who'll take- 
 
 From all, the Presidential stake. 
 The peoiile say, they'll go for Clay, 
 The true heart's hope, the country s stay ; 
 So raise the shout, and clear the way. 
 For work a.nd worth aud Harry Clay: 
 
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 First Tyler came the boon to crave, 
 A laugij und hiss met the traitor knave, 
 lie lower'J Jiis nose and sneak'd away; 
 For he dared not face old IJarryClay. 
 
 For the people say, &c. 
 
 Next Fneaking' in, Grimalkin Van, 
 
 Purr'd low, and said " I will if I can," 
 
 But we whippM hiin once — Lord, how licran .• 
 
 Hang up your fiddle — you're not the mm. 
 
 For the people say, &c 
 
 Then came Calhoun, now riglit, novv wrong; 
 Though six feet iwo, hc;'s nothing long," 
 But short or tall he'll be no higher. 
 We've nullified the nullificr! For the people, &c. 
 
 Buchanan came. A shilling a day ! 
 Work Locos! How d'ye like yout pay? 
 Old Conesloffa's stall'd, they say, 
 He's sticking in Kentucky Clay. 
 
 For liie people say, &c. 
 
 Now hohbled in old Madam Cass; 
 Slio's not what she wt;s, alas ! alas ! 
 She might be a pet of the frng-eater's king, 
 Where ilie pco2>Ie rule she's not tiic thino. 
 
 For the people, SiC 
 
 Next came from clouds of froth and smoke, 
 
 Tlio lion's jackall— litt'e Polk ; 
 
 His nomination is a joke — 
 
 For who would wear a weed like poJ^e. 
 
 Fo r li»e people say, &. 
 
 Then Clay,witli a lion port ptridcs by. 
 And shout rof tliunder cleave the sky ; 
 The pure, the briglif, the tried and true, 
 TIjc laurel wreath belongs to you. 
 
 For the people say, &c. 
 
NATIONAL CLAY MINSTREL. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 liase, 
 
 Arouse, arouse from hill and valley, 
 
 A political catch, 
 
 Away with traitor Tyler, 
 
 A few short weeks ago, 
 
 A new song, 
 
 Advance Whigs, 
 
 A tribute to Mr. Clay, 
 
 Acrostic, 
 
 A race, a race, and who will win, 
 
 Brave Markle is the soldier's pride, 
 
 Clay and Freliiighuysen, - ^^ 
 
 Convention song, • Wf 
 
 Come whi'-'s prepare to enter the cur 
 
 Clay and Frelinghuysr'U, 
 
 Come join in a shout for the man we lov 
 
 Clear the way for Harry Clay, 
 
 Come all ye log cabin hoys, - 
 
 Come one and all, obey the call, 
 
 Delaware, .... 
 
 From Yankee Land, at dawn of day, 
 
 Fling forth the Clay banner. 
 
 Far from the West see the statesman adv 
 
 For Harry Clay, our candidate, 
 
 Get out the way you're all unlucky, 
 
 Harry the true, and the Jersey Blue. 
 
 Hurrah song, 
 
 Harry, the honest and true, 
 
 Harry of Kentucky, - 
 
 Harry Clay's iN'aisin', 
 
 Harry of the West, - 
 
 It has been known that here of late, 
 
 In Ashland shades reclining. 
 
 If e'er I should wish to get married, 
 
 Jimmy Folk of Tennessee, 
 
 Kilkenny Cats, 
 
 Kentucky O ! - 
 
 I»eave vain regrets, • 
 
 JUadias' Whigpoa^, - - • 
 
 List, kst, to the people's cry, 
 
 best. 
 
 ancing 
 
CONT)WTf« — KATIONAL Cf.AY MINSTRET.. 
 
 Oh, what has caused all this Whig thunder, 
 
 Oh, Van ! oh, Van ! - 
 
 Oh, Henry Clay will be the man, - 
 
 Once mori! our glorious banner out, 
 
 Pennsylvania sonir, 
 
 Pattioid of Columbia's climo, 
 
 Jiejoic<;, njoice ye liieu'ls of Clay, - 
 
 >"oni,' of the young Whigs, . 
 
 Salt Kiver, 
 
 Soinn love littifi Van, 
 
 f^RiM Tyler John, the other day, 
 
 Sitlin' on a tree, • 
 
 Fori!.' nnil chorus. 
 
 The skif's are bright, our heart* are light, 
 
 The heart that's true is always lucky. 
 
 The Mississinewa war song, 
 
 The Verinonler's sonf^t Baltimore, 
 
 The second Polk sonJ^ 
 
 Come, friends, jraiher munil. 
 
 The J.ocos say lher<> is no ume, 
 
 'J'he fiiihlini: captain. 
 
 The first Polk song. 
 
 'J'he nominees of Baltimore, 
 
 That same old tune, - 
 
 Tliat irame old coon, - - - 
 
 Ttie vvorkin?mnn's son?, 
 
 'I'inies won't be rijrht.its plain to gee. 
 
 The days when we went canvassing, 
 
 Tiie ship (■(iliinibia, • 
 
 The Coon sonij, 
 
 Voice of the people, - 
 
 What has caused this airitation, lation, tation. 
 
 We've heard the news troni Haltimore, 
 
 We've >nfler'd much, we've suffei'd long, 
 
 W'hiir thunder, 
 
 VVhis; anodlibet, 
 
 When Marklo marched to tho frontier, 
 
 White Ponj», - • • . 
 
 What has caused this great commotion, 
 
 WiiigCirls of 1^40. - - ,- 
 
 What has caused this agitation, . 
 
 ■WJiig rally song, - - f- 
 
 Ye Jackson and Van Buren men, • 
 
 Ye friend-i of the Keystone awake, 
 
 Y« gallant trug Wliigs of the army, 
 
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 V 
 
 Jt 
 THF. ORArOR-S COMING. 
 
 TvsE.-i^The CampbeWs aie com'iug 
 
 The rjTitor's commg, luizza, huzza ! 
 
 The orntor's coming, huzza, liuzza ! 
 
 The orator's coming, our nation to save, 
 
 From tl»c prasp of false Tyltr, the despotic knave 
 
 The bold demagogues that would ruin our state, < 
 
 Must yield to rur Sol. n, and Cicero great. 
 
 He has long lit our halls with his eloquence brigb 
 
 'lis he can bring day 'mid our nation's drear nijjht 
 
 Our orator's coiTiing, huzza, huzza! 
 
 Our orator's coming, huzza, huzza ! 
 Our orator's coming, our nation to save. 
 And drive from her temole each false ruling 'itnav' 
 
 Each vile speculator with foreigners joined, 
 To take from our country the money she's coined, 
 His taiiff shall rob them of their tyrannous hold. 
 And our own manufactures he'll nobly uphold. 
 
 Our orator's coming, ^^c. 
 
 The f.ilse hearted statesmen who change ev'ry hoi 
 
 Moved (•»nly by avarice, plunder and power, 
 
 [lis wisdom shall jwetp the proud knaves from th« 
 
 throne. 
 And each honest toiler shall then get " his own." 
 
 Our oratoi's coming, &c. 
 
 TtJen freemen arouse, and with united voice, 
 liut all thiough the land for the chief of our choice^ 
 And lit not the cause of tlie people once rest, 
 *iill triun. pliant our oiator comes from the wesf, . 
 
 Our orator's cominjr. &c. 
 

 
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