THE TRIBUNE.

Clay LAUGHING GLEE.
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Together here we've met,
To laugh at that dull set,
Who fondly think they may


Ha, ha, ha, hs, ha, he, ha, ha.
Compete with Harry Clay.
The Locos think they cen-ha, ha
With force elec, their man-ha, ha'
But coon, we trow, they'll fnd-ha, ha


Hs. hu, ha, ha, ha, ha, he, ha
How isr they are behind.
For wha, have we to do,
Old Polk, with such as YOU
No, no, your only gsins-


Ha, ha. ma, ha, la, ha, ha, la
Are-laughtcr at yosr pains.
And thus alike at all-he, ha
Who seek our Hsrry's fall--ha, ha!
Let e'er our voices ripg-ha, ha


Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
While merrily we sing.