The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-07-15
Married.

Married.
On the 29th ult., by Rev. James Mcln-
tire, Nr. William W. Foster, of New
Castle, Del. TO Miss Elizabeth Ward,
daughter OF Mr.. William Ward, of Cecil
county, Md.
u The 4th of July was celebrated by the
Wings Of Philadelphia in fine style. In the
course Of the evening, the following exquisite
song, written by an eminent literary gcntlcna an
Of that City, was sung and received with shouts
Of applause:
HURRAI FOR THE 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 Clay,
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
How happy's the farmer who lives by the Clay !
The Brckmaker places his forms in the sun,
To harden them well when his moulding is done
Then fires them boldly, not fearing that they
Will crack i'll the kiln, for he trusts to his Clay
Trusts to tie Clay! trust to the Clay!
1t stands every uial the well tempered Clay!
CHORUS.
IIurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
1t stands every trial, the well tempered Clay
The Potter is careful in choosing the stuff,
And works it to make it both plastic and tongh
AMI sings as he fashions his ware on the tray,
Owed all go TO pot if it were not for Clay.n
CHORUS
Tlurrah tor the Clay! hurrah for for Clay!
We'd all 20 to pot if it were not for Clay.
The Dyer, good fellow, the ladies to pie asc,
Takes Clay for a mordont and Clay for the
grease,
And proud of his colors so true and so gay,
Sings boys az we live, let us dye by the Clay"
dye by the Clay, dye by the Clay!
"Who would not be willing to dye by tho
Clay"
CHORUS.
Hurrah foI the Clay hunah for the Clay!
Who wouldn't be willing to die by the Clay
The Dtchcr who works in the mud and the
sand,
is cheated by slides Of the trcacherous land;
And cries in despair as the work breaks away,
at wouldn't be so if | trusted to Clay"
"Trusted to Clay, trusted to Clay,
at wouldn't be so if we trusted to Clay,
CHORUS.
IIurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay;
1t wouldn't be SO if trusted to Clay.
The toll-wcarod Cotter, at evening, at home,
Tho soilcd are his hands and his jacket with
Is happy TO sec his sweet children at play,
And smiles at their bliss for he earned it by Clay.
Earned it by Clay, cam d it by Clay,
For he smiles at their bliss, for he earned it by
Clay.
Ilurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
Let's follow the Cottcr and "work i'll" the
Clay.
When wmtcr-winds howl round the Clay pIus-
tcrd cot
The woodsman cxults that the tcmpest's at bay,
And laughs at the storm l1r he's sheltered by
Clay
Shcltcrd by Clay, sheltered by Clay;
lie laughs at the storm for hes sheltered by
Clay,
CHORUS.
IIurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
We'll laugh at the storm when we're SHELTERED
byCIay.
The Cabin of State TO ita ruin runs fast,
1t lets in the snow drift, the rain and the bllst
It's furturc's rotten, its timbCrs decay,
And nothing can save ii but filing with Clay,
Filling with Clay, filling with Clay,
And nothing can save it but filling with Clay
CHORUS.
Hurrah for the Clay, hurrah for the Clay,
There's 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 such rs ours let Inc tel you the best.
Is Clay of Kcnucl;y--the Clay Of the West.
Clay of the West, Clay of the West,
There's nothing for US like the Clay of the
Ilurrah for the Clay, lurrah for the Clay,
There's nothing for us like the Clay of the
West.