CLAY GIRLS SONG.
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lung On RosrS The Bow
IF e'er l consent to be married,


(And am not quite sure but l may,
The lad that give my fair hand to
Must stand by the Patriot, CLAY.


Must stand By the Patriot, Clay, &c.
lie must toll in this great undertaking,
Be instant by night and by day;
Contend with the Demon Of Psrty,
And vote for the Patriot, CLAY.
In the heat of the battle, no hinching,
But firm to his post, come what may;
He s the lad that's just to my liking
Who strikes for the Patriot, CLAY.
Thoughts locks may be brilliant as morning,
His countenance lovely as May;
In my heart there IS no place, not corner,
For any who do MT go for CLAY.
Now look to it, all yc young gallants,
The times will admit no delay;
Would you win the frank heart of this maiden
You must work for the Patriot, CLAY.
Then III tender my hand at the altar
To one who is able to say,
'Thc battlei is fought, my beloved,
And won for the Patriot. CLAY. FAxsr.