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G7-Sung by Henry Clay, the "Ml Boy OF
he Slashes, the farmer of Ashland-the grea,
whig embodiment, under the shade of walnu,
ree at Ashland:
days of absence, sad and dreary,


For the Presidential Chair,


Long l've toiled yet sad and weary,


have never yet got there;


To be thus matched s indeed provoking


By the clan | so much hate,


And now that they we begun this Polking,


Sure again they We sealed my fate.''