Additional Songs, not inserted in the preceding When Freedom from her mountain height Ay, pull her tatter'd ensign down THE UNIVERSAL SONGSTER: OR MUSEUM OF MIRTH. NATIONAL SONGS. THE RAISING. COME muster my lads your mechanical tools, For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be, Come up with the plates, lay them firm on the wall, Like the people at large, they're the ground work of all; Examine them well and see that they're sound, Let no rotten parts in our building be found; For our roof we will raise and our song still shall be, Now hand up the girders, lay each in its place, ke assembly-men these should lie level along, For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be, our rafters now frame, your king-posts and braces, For the roof we will raise, and our song still shall be, ur king-posts are judges-now upright they stand, he laws of the land which divide right from wrong, nd strengthen the weak, by weakening the strong: For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be, Laws equal and just for people that's free. NATIONAL S my brave boys, our wor world shall admire Columb ength against tempest and thousands shall come to dw ale we drain the deep bowl government firm and our FOR THE FOURTH 0 TUNE-Yankee ! up with the rafters-each frame is a state! ow noble they rise! their span too how great! rom the north to the south, o'er the whole they extend, nd rest on the walls while the walls they defend! ow enter the purlins and drive your pins through, he strength of the whole shall defy wind and weather: ome, raise up the turret our glory and pride: Our roof is now raised and our song still shall be We Should a haughty foe expect F wager now a mug of fli Then if they go to ara A Huzza! my brave boys, our work is complete, Its strength against tempest and time shall be proof, While we drain the deep bowl,our toast still shall be, Our government firm and our citizens free. TUNE-Yankee Doodle." YANKEE DOODLE is the tune Americans delight in; 'Twill do to whistle, sing, or play, Chorus.-Yankee Doodle, boys, huzza! Trumpet, drum and fiddle. Should Great Britain, Spain, or France, Should a haughty foe expect To give our boys a caning, We guess they'll find our lads have larnt Yankee Doodle, &c. I'll wager now a mug of flip, Then if they go to argufy, We've got a set of tonguey blades, America's a dandy place, The people all are brothers; We work and sleep and pray in peace- And then on Independence Day Our girls are fair our boys are tough, We're happy, free, and well to do, Yankee Doodle, &c. The land we till is all our own- Should any dare invade it. Chorus.-Yankee Doodle, boys; huzza! Yankee Doodle, fa, sol, la, Trumpet, drum, and fiddle. |