Beagles?

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THE CLAY GATHERING.

Tune. — The Macgregor’s Gathering,

The land-shout rings loud for our bold hero, Clay,
And his name and true cause grows brighter each day,
Our signal to go for our Tariff and laws,
Must be heard in our shout for bold Harry huzza!

Then huzza! huzza! huzza! for Harry, boys.
The treasury’s sapped by political beagles,
We’ll muzzle the hounds and restore our lost eagles.
Then gather, gather, gather,
Gather, gather, gather, gather,
While we’ve patriots like Clay, our dear land to deliver,
Her freedom and glory shall flourish forever.

Our fair land is plundered,
By demagogue powers,
Its trade and its treasures,
No longer are ours;
We are tradeless and fundless,
Fundless freemen all.

Fundless, &c.

Through our towns, plains and mountains, our banners we’ll rear,
For reform and a Tariff, still louder we’ll cheer.
And our cliffs and green mountains shall moulder away,
Ere we yield up our cause, or our patriot Clay,
Then huzza, huzza, huzza! for bold Harry, boys,
Though our nation is plundered by Ty and his beagles,
We will muzzle his hounds and restore our lost eagles.

Then gather, gather, &c.

While we’ve sages like Clay, our dear land to deliver.
Her freedom and glory shall flourish forever.
And thus, &c.

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Notes:

The beagles come from the original song that was being filked here.   (The eagles come from the same place.)

The tariff was a favorite Whig policy (as was a central bank).

“Ty” is president John Tyler, nominally a Whig, who had vetoed the bank bill (twice!).

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Tomorrow: The Ship Columbia