The Rousing Song.

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[Written for the Clay Melodist.]
BY JOHN H. WARLAND.
[Dedicated to the Lowell Clay Clubs.]
TUNE — "Draw the sword, Scotland."

Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland,
From mountain and plain, come rally in might!
The bugle is pealing, pealing, pealing,
No true Whig is he who arms not for this fight.

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Up, then, and be gathering, gathering, gathering,
Up and be gathering through the broad land
Your banners keep flying, flying, flying,
Your banners keep flying as like brothers ye stand.
Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland,
Charge as ye charged when Harrison led!
Sound to the onset, onset, onset,
The eagle of victory her pinions; doth spread.

Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland,
Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland — her Champion leads
The spoilers are flying, flying, flying,
Ranks broken, and away their leader he speeds
Strike for her glory, this dear land of ours!
On to the rescue, rescue, rescue,
While but one cloud o'er her destiny lowers.
Rouse, Whigs, for Ashland, Ashland, Ashland,
From your green vallies, from mountain and plain
Charge on the spoilers — brave Harry Clay leads,
The victory is ours — charge, charge, Whigs! again!