Huzzah! – Page 28 – JAMES D. MACDONALD

Calhoun in a Dress

THE STAR OF ASHLAND. The gallant whigs have drawn the sword, And thrown the idle sheath away; And onward is the battle word, For home protection and for Clay. We now have set the ball in motion, That like the sun rolls night and day; While from the prairie to the ocean, Awakes theContinue reading “Calhoun in a Dress”

Where We’ll Be Sunday

This Sunday, the 26th, Doyle and I will be reading at the HyperText Bookstore in Lowell, MA. 2:00 pm is the time. Our reading will very likely be the World Premiere of “Gertrude of Wyoming,” a short story that will be published in Altered States of the Union later this summer. See also: HyperTextContinue reading “Where We’ll Be Sunday”

Single Issue Voting; or, When Will We Learn?

THE CLAY SHIP Written for the National Clay Minstrel. BY B. LUTHER LELAND, Tune— “Soldier’s Dream,” Our song we had sung — for the feast was all o’er, And the curtains of night were drawn closely around, And we sought our repose like the soldiers of yore, With our guns at our sides onContinue reading “Single Issue Voting; or, When Will We Learn?”

A Lot of Singing About Nothing Much

THE WHIG CHIEF. TUNE.—Hail to the Chief. Shout for our Whig Chief, the bold Ashland Farmer From the East to the West pass his glorious name, No heart for his country beats truer or warmer, No mind glows more brightly with Liberty’s flame. He who in danger’s hour, With Demosthenian power, First roused our sonsContinue reading “A Lot of Singing About Nothing Much”

The Tariff Wars

OLD TARIFF HARRY. Tune. — Good old days of Adam and Eve. Ye Whigs and ye Locos who little have to do now, Just listen to my song, you will find it true now, Our vice of a ruler has squeezed us into dizziness, All business is at a stand, and we all stand forContinue reading “The Tariff Wars”