A Song for the West.

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TUNE — "The brave old Oak."

A song for the west, the fertile west!
Whose rivers rolling free
Flow on in their pride with resistless tide,
Till they reach the boundless sea.
For the sons of the west, the sons of the west,
Let the merry song go round,
Who firm in the cause of their country's laws,
Are ever, ever found.

CHORUS — For the brave old chief, the brave old chief,
Awake the joyful song!
Success and renown,
To each city and town,
That in his cause is strong.

For the man of the west, for the man of the west,
Who fought for its fertile plains,
Let the chorus ring as we loudly sing
In hearty thankful strains.
Let the nation's voice for the nation's choice
Raise high the cheering song,
For the Harrison band throughout the land,
Is mustering firm and strong.

CHORUS — For the brave old chief, &c.

For the people's chief, the brave old chief,
We'll raise a joyful strain,
Who once laid low our country's foe,
Who'd do it once again.

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To free the land from the worthless band,
Who rule with an iron arm,
True patriots all Old Tip will call,
To come from his western farm.

CHORUS — For the brave old chief, &c.

Then a song for the chief, the brave old chief,
Well known in the Indian fight.
Who in battle field would never yield,
Whose fame is ever bright.
He leads us now, and upon his brow
The civic wreath we'll place,
And the Loco band from the people's hand,
Shall meet with deep disgrace.

CHORUS — For the brave old chief, &c.