The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1844-10-04
POETRY.

POETRY.
OUR SHIP.
AIRY Lifeon The Ocean Wace."
Huzza! for the good old craft,
That gallanty ploughs the deep;
Brave freemen fore and aft,
Their sleepless vigils keep.
Though boisterous winds prevail,
And stormy pillows roar,
She scorns the driving gale,
And proudly nears the shore
She nobly dashes by,
Despite of the raging sea,
Then raise your shouts on high,
For that good old ship of the free!
The free the free! that good oldship of the free!
The free the free huzza for the ship the free
Let angry ocean chafe
And roar with demons blast,
Our noble shipi safe,
And the deadly breakers past.
Though boiling surges rise,
She bravey dashes through;
As an eagle swift she flies,
And bounds DER the sparkling blue!
Sworn to the good old cause,
Wen fight with freeman's glee,
Under the stripes and stars
On that 'sgood old ship of the free"
The free the free! that good old ship of the free!
The free! the free huzza for the ship ofthe free!
Huzza for James K. Polk!
And Dallas! Our noble crew,
Will scorn the Tyrant's yoke,
And bear them safely through
Our Democratic flag,
Streams to the bright blue sky!
Soon every hill and crag
Shall ring with ''vIcroRY"
Then let our standard wave,
Over the land and sea-
Huzza for the home of the brave,
And that good old ship ofthe free!
The free the free that good old ship o(the free!
Three cheers huzza, huzza huzza for the ship of
the free!
Rochester Daily .QdrertiST.
HENRY CLAY.
Gan Admired Duet, as sung by Henry Clay and
hiN SNIiS'|
TUNE-"Famy Gray
HARRY.
Well, well, fear my jgis up, the people shout no
more;
fear they'll cut and leave me as they've often
done before:
All, me! 'ts sad to see them now again refuse my
yoke,
And sadder still to hear them shout for Dallas and
for Polk!
THE PEOPLE.
Your jig is up, that is fact, for once you've told
the truth,
A thing you have not often done since you were
quite youth;
But never mind, cheer up, old boy, Wen give you
leave to stay
At Ashland's cool and shady groves, to comfort
Mrs, Clay.
do not want to stay at home, you know I've long
been bent
On sitting in the Chair of State your great Pres
ident,
Alas have all my speeches and manGuvres been IN
vain,
How cruel it's in you to thus refuse the gift again.
THE PEOPLE.
We know you have, your web you wrought just
like a crafty spider,
And left the founts of freedom for bottle OF hard
cider,
OH Harry, don't you now regret you left the just
and free,
Tojon the Federal ranks who dare abuse Demo-
cracy.
HARRY.
know did, must admit your charge is very
true,
But Adams offered me berth, and then what
could do'
You know that in my own behalf much zeal I've
always shown
only left you when thought to get bigge. bone.
THE PEOPLE.
We leave you then to gnaw in peace, meath Ash
lands quiet home,
For you shall never enter in the White House as
your home.
Your fate shall be lesson TO all traitors, and your
Shall be to see better man elected in your room.
HARRY, (,yceping.)
All! now feel my fate is fxed-the fatal die is
cast:
And you, the people, are bent on deserting me at
last:
Farewell! farewell dread to think the coon skin
spell is broke,
They've turned away, knew they would, they've
gone to vote for Polk!
MARGARET & THE MINISTER. !
SCOTCH STORY, NOT FOUNDED ON, BUT
ALL FACT.
BY LAURA TODD.