THE TRIBUNE.

For re Nev-f otk IrbCae.
SONG OF THE YOUNG WHIGS.
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SONG OF THE YOUNG WHIGS.
Ar Wsat Fatry-iikt -aa,ie-
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sec Clot' By B. B. DoreiAs-
HAaK !-Ha.k. what sweet music
Comes soft Ger the plain,
Enchanting my hear; with
Its soul-meieng strain


It's the song OF the young Wings,
AS they march to the fray
Determined 10 conquer


For thei. ewn Harry CLAY.
List, LIST, TO the cadence
1, is rising again,
Pealing up f.pm the mountains
To Heavens blue plain
It's the song Of the young Wings,
As they come IN thei, might,
To save their loved Country


From Misrule'S sad bllgh.
List, list, to their music,
Its coming more near
Hnk-list-to the words row
AS they ring on the ear
'TiE the song Of the young Wings,
Through the Country they're rising,
To place wreaths on the brow


OF our own FRELISGHrYsEs.
See, zee, their vast host,
Tney ere now wheeling past
List, list, to their shout,
AS soaIs on the b.ast-
'Tis the shout of the young Wings;
To the Traitor they say,
your sentence IS passed.


Make room for our CLAY. -