MISCELL AN E0US
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From the Clay BuSle.
6 II % M E LA B o R.
81 M AIR--ss Kilhicrankie.'
Wake, boys Oh don't you hear
The cannon's voice is pealing;
Connecticut her voice has raised,
Her politics revealing.
Oh! look-a-here, look-a-there, (whar' poken.)
Look way over yonder;
The Loco ship is in storm,
Her crew can never land her.
Oh look upon the Harry Clay" N
Her " home made" canvass flying,
And, list and hear the "laborer's " voice
Loud for protection" crying.


Oh! look-a-here, SIC.
We'le fighting for Protection, now,
Our leader is C Old Harry
And with Home Labor's' irmest friend,
Our point we're bound to carry.
- Oh! look-a-here, SC.
The storm is raging round her now,
Her sails, Just see them tearing;
The Harry Clay' will pass her soon
Oh! see her crew all staring.


Oh! look a-here, SC.
The leaky ship is nearly done, ara Ii.
The storm she can not weather;
"Low wages" and 81 Leg Treasurers," too,
Must all go down together. 900 @
Oh! look-a-here, look-a-there, (see! spoken.)
The men have all ceased heaving!
The Loco ship is going down,
The crew are all now leaving. u C. 8. NJ


