The National Clay Minstrel; And, True Whig's Pocket Companion, for the Presidential Canvass of 1844

The National Clay Minstrel; And, True Whig's Pocket Companion, for the Presidential Canvass of 1844

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ...Oh, Kentucky, the farmer of KentucKy, For years he left his western home, To work on freedom's farm, sir, There he manured our nation's loam, With his rich Clay so warm, sir, He made the nation's plants grow tall, And freedom's seeds grow lucky, And the harvests they were capitol (capital) Through the harvest of Kentucky. Oh, See. But farmer Clay saw that the lands Were till'd and woiked in vain, sir. For Tyler and his cross grained hands, Eat all the people's grain, sir. They cropped the crops ere they were ripe, And made the harvest trucky, It gave the land the Tyler gripe, And troubled old Kentucky, Old, &c. Now Uncle Sam at this grows warm, And freedom's lost her temper, They call on Clay to rule their farm, And cure the land's distemper. Let March then be his moving day, For freedom's cause most lucky, We'll by our polls will carry Clay, To the white house from Kentucky, Oh, Kentucky, &c. s. .. OLD TARIFF HARRY. Tune.--Good old days of Adam and Evt. Ye Whigs and ye Locos who little have to do now, Just listen to my song, you will find it trne now, Our vice of a ruler has squeezed us into dizziness, All business is at a stand, and we all stand for business. Since our new congress formed, nearly four years have inn, sir, And what little they have "did," he has undone, sir, For the shoes that he slipped in his feet grew too big, sirs, And his head is too thick for a true Yankee wig (whig) sirs, And the only head and feet that can both carry, Is our whole-headed, whole souled (soled) Tariff Harry, When they first took their seats they raised an alarm, . sir, 'Bct the form of affairs, which affairs they'd reform, sir, They rUbrm'd all their pockets in a self serving job, sir, And left Uncle Sam without a penny in his fob, more

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  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236511565
  • 9781236511560