“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”

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”

Running on the “I’m Not Tyler” Ticket

  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 Harry, the honest and true; Of Harry, the honest and true; Who “fought in the ranks,” as a soldier. With us, for old Tippecanoe.Continue reading “Running on the “I’m Not Tyler” Ticket”

Obscure Songs for Forgotten Causes

  THE CLAY FLAG. Tune.— The Soldier’s Gratitude. ‘Tis fair to see yon banner bright Unfurling to the breeze; ‘Tis joy to hear that shout arise, A nation’s voice it breathes. And see upon that sunlit flag With glorious mottos strewed; The patriot name which justly claims A Nation’s gratitude. The stainless crest of HarryContinue reading “Obscure Songs for Forgotten Causes”