The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1843-11-22
THE WING STANDARD.
HURRAH FOR CLAY.

HURRAH FOR CLAY.
A health to the farmer, who follows the plough,
And earns Independence by sweat of the brow;
He sings as he turns the rich soil TO the day,
How happy's the farmer who lives by the Clsy."
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
How happy's the farmer who lives by the Clay
CHORUS.
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
How happys the farmer who lives by the Clay.
The brckmaker places his forms in the sun,
To harden them we'll when his moulding is done;
Then fires them boldly, not fearing that they
Will crack in the kiln, for he trusts to his Clay
Trusts to the Clay. trusts to the Clay,
1t stands every trial, the wel-tempered Clay.
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
1t stands every trial, the well-tempered Clay.
The potter is careful in choosing his stuff,
And works it to make it both plastic and Tough
And sings he fashions his ware on the tray,
g Weed all go to pot if it were not for Clay,
lift were not for Clay, if it were not for Clay,
Wed all 60 to pot if it were not for Clay"
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
Wed all go to pot fit were not for the Clay
The dyer, good fellow, the ladies to please,
Takes Clay for a mordent and Clay for the grease,
And proud of his colors SO true and SO gay,
Sings, ssboys, as we live let us dye by the Clay,
Dye by the Clay, dye by the Clay,
Who wouldn't be willing to die by the Clay"
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
Who wouldn't be willing to die by the Clay.
The ditchcr, who works in the mud and the sand,
Is cheated by slides of the treacherous land,
And cries in despair, as the work breaks away,
1t wouldn't be SO if l trusted to Clay,
Trusted to Clay, trusted to Clay
It wouldn't be so if trusted to Clay"
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
1t would'nt be SO if we'd trusted to Clay.
The toil-wearied cotter, at evening at home,
Though soiled are his hands and his jacket with loan,
is happy to see his sweet children at play,
And smiles at their bliss, for he earned it by Clay
Earned it by Clay, earned it by Clay,
He smiles at their bliss for he earned it by Clay
Hnrrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
Let's follow The cotter and work in the Clay.
The winter winds howl round the plastered cot
And venison is smoking, and hominy hot,
The woodman exults that the tempests at bay,
And he laughs at the Storm for he's sheltered by Clay,
Sheltered by Clay, sheltered by Clay,
He laughs at the storm, tor he's sheltered by Clay.
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
Wen laugh at the storms when we're sheltered by
Clay
The Cabin Of State to its ruin runs fast,
1t lets in the snow-drif, the rain, and the blast,
! Its furniture rotten, its timbers decay,
And nothing can save it but filling with Clay.
The world over, boys, there is Clay that is good
for building Of cabins and raising Of food,
But for work such let me tell you the best,
Is CLAY or KENTUcKY-CLAY OF THE WEST,
Clay of the West, Clay of the West,
There's nothing for us like the Clay of the West.
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
There's nothing for us like the Kentucky Clay.
Come Join, then, my heartes each son of the land,
And citizen stranger, hand linked into hand,
United and earnest we'll carry the day,
And rescue the land by top-dressing with Clay,
Topping with Clay, topping with Clay,
Wen rescue the land by top-dressing with Clay
Nine cheers for great Harry whose honor won't bend
Who never turned back on foe friend
Who works for his country by night and by day,
The country will thank him by working for Clay,
Working for Clay, working for Clay,
The country will thank him by working for Clay
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
The country will thank him by working for Clay.