The Ship Columbia.


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Written for the "National Clay Minstrel."
By F. B. Graham.
Tune — "Hail to the Chief."

Far from the west see the statesman advancing,
Whose voice in our cause has so often been heard,
Now his bright, beaming eye, towards the whig standard glancing,
Is fixed on the gay-plumaged liberty bird.
Give him the helm of the fair ship Columbia,
And we'll laugh at the storm as we ride safely o'er
All the high-swelling surges of life's troubled ocean,
Till Protection we find on our own native shore.


Now to the lofty mast,
Nail the whig banner fast,
And let it fore'er on the wind's pinions play!
None will the tempest fear,
When with a hearty cheer,
We welcome on board, the brave mariner Clay.

Toss'd have we been 'mid the breakers of treachery,
Tyrants and traitors have guided us long,
But without breaking forth in a blood-thirsty mutiny,
We'll send the old Captain away with a song.
'Neath the folds of that standard at mast-head now streaming,
Our crew will not long by the guard be oppressed;
For the sunlight of peace will soon o'er us be gleaming
And will gladden our homes in the land of the west.
Standing our flag beneath,
Let us a laurel wreath
Entwine round the brow of the brave Harry Clay!
Hark! 'tis the bugle-blast!
Nail the whig banner fast!
And e'er let it float in the light of the day.