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’sContinue reading “Beagles?”
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“Doomed” Isn’t the Word I Would Have Chosen
CLAY, OUR NATION’S GLORY. Tune,— March to the Battle Field A Chief’s in the gallant West, His name is high in story, He’s doomed to make us blest, ‘Tis Clay, our nation’s glory. Then swell on high. The Tariff cry, And keep his name before ye, And honest Hal, Presiding shall, To happy days restoreContinue reading ““Doomed” Isn’t the Word I Would Have Chosen”
Pious Hope
THE CHIEF OF THE WEST. Tune. — The Spring time of year is coming. The Chief of the West is coming, coming, Whigs all must muster, night and day. Throughout the land they’re humming, humming. And all their cry is CLAY, boys, And all their cry is CLAY, boys; Great Freedom’s bird soars lighter, EachContinue reading “Pious Hope”
I Guess You Had To Have Been There…
A barber in Lexington having some ill feeling toward Mr. Clay was about to vote against him. But meeting Mr. Clay one day in the street, he accosted him, and said, “I have wronged you, Mr. Clay.” “How so?” “Why my wife came to me and said, “Jerry, don’t you remember when you were inContinue reading “I Guess You Had To Have Been There…”
The Whigs Are More Interested in Beating Tyler than Polk
THE WHIG RIFLE. Tune. — Old Rosin, the Beau. Come, true gallant Whigs of the Union— Though cheated, we’ll never complain ; If a traitor has snapped our Whig Rifle, We’ll pick flint, and try it again; We’ll pick flint, and try it again, We’ll pick flint, and try it again; If a traitor hasContinue reading “The Whigs Are More Interested in Beating Tyler than Polk”
JAMES D. MACDONALD 