Creator unknown. 'Song of the Young Whigs' in 'National Clay Minstrel and Frelinghuysen Melodist' . Philadelphia: George Hood, 1844. [format: book], [genre: song]. Permission: Newberry Library
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AIR — ‘What Fairy-like Music.’

Hark! — Hark! What sweet music
Comes soft o'er the plain,
Enchanting my heart with
Its soul melting strain?
'Tis the song of the young Whigs,
As they march to the fray
Determined to counquer
For their own Harry Clay.
List, list, to the cadence —
It is rising again,
Pealing up from the mountains
To Heaven's blue plain —
'Tis the song of the young Whigs,
As they come in their might,
To save their loved country
From Misrule's sad blight.
List, list, to their music,
It is coming more near —
Hark — list — to the words now
As they ring on the ear —
'Tis the song of the young Whigs,
Through the country they're risin'
To place wreaths on the brow
Of our own Frelinghuysen.
See, see, their vast host,
They are now wheeling past —
List, list, to their shout,
As it soars on the blast —
'Tis the shout of the young Whigs
To the Traitor they say,
"Your sentence is passed!
Make room for our CLAY."