Additional Songs, not inserted in the preceding

Table.

Come muster my lads your Mechanical tools

Yankee Doodle -

When Freedom from her mountain height

Ay, pull her tatter'd ensign down -

Hallowed the birthday of Liberty's nation

Wake Columbia, wake the lyre - -

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22

THE RAISING.
COME muster my lads your mechanical tools,
Your saws and your axes, your hammers and rules;
Bring your mallets and planes, your level and line,
And plenty of pins of American pine:

For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be,

A government firm, and our citizens free. 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,

Our government firm and our citizens free.
Now hand up the girders, lay each in its place,
Between them the joists must divide all the space;

Like assembly-men these should lie level along,
Like girders, our senate prove loyal and strong:

For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be,

A government firm over citizens free. Your rafters now frame, your king-posts and braces, And drive your pins home, to keep all in their places; Let wisdom and strength in the fabric combine, And your pins be all made of American pine;

For the roof we will raise, and our song still shall be,

A government firm, over citizens free. Our king-posts are judges—now upright they stand, Supporting the braces, the laws of the land; The laws of the land which divide right from wrong, And 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. Lo! up with the rafters-each frame is a state! How noble they rise! their span too how great! From the north to the south, o'er the whole they ex

tend, And rest on the walls while the walls they defend !

For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be,

Combined in strength, yet as citizens free. Now enter the purlins and drive your pins through, And see that your joints are drawn home and all true; The purlins will bind all the rafters together, The strength of the whole shall defy wind and weather

For our roof we will raise, and our song still shall be,

United as States, but as citizens free.
Come, raise up the turret our glory and pride:
In the centre it stands, o'er the whole to preside;
The sons of Columbia shall view with delight
Its pillars and arches, and towering height:

Our roof is now raised and our song still shall be
A federal head o’er a people still free.

Huzza! my brave boys, our work is complete,
The world shall admire Columbia's fair spot:
Its strength against tempest and time shall be proof,
And thousands shall come to dwell under our roof,

While we drain the deep bowl,our toast still shall be,
Our government firm and our citizens free.

FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY.

TUNE_ Yankee Doodle.'
YANKEE Doodle is the tune

Americans delight in;
'Twill do to whistle, sing, or play,
And just the thing for fighting.
Chorus.-Yankee Doodle, boys, huzza!

Down outside, up the middle-
Yankee Doodle, fa, sol, la,

Trumpet, drum and fiddle.
Should Great Britain, Spain, or France,

Wage war upon our shore, sir,
We'll lead them such a woundy dance,
They'll find their toes are sore, sir.

Yankee Doodle, &c.
Should a haughty foe expect

To give our boys a caning,
We guess they'll find our lads have larnt
A little bit of training,

Yankee Doodle, &c.
I'll wager now a mug of Alip,

And bring it on the table,
Put Yankee boys aboard a ship,
To beat them they are able.

Yankee Doodle, &c.
Then if they go to argufy,

I rather guess they'll find too,

We've got a set of tonguey blades,
To out-talk 'em, if they're a mind to.

Yankee Doodle, &c.
America's a dandy place,

The people all are brothers;
And when one's got a pumpkin pie,
He shares it with the others."

Yankee Doodle, &c.
We work and sleep and pray in peace-

By industry we thrive, sir;
And if a drone won't do his part,
We'll scout him from the hive, sir;

Yankee Doodle, &c.
And then on Independence Day

(And who's a better right to?) We eat and drink, and sing and play, And have a dance at night too.

Yankee Doodle, &c.
Our girls are fair our boys are tough,

Our old folks wise and healthy;
And when we've every thing enough,
We count that we are wealthy.

Yankee Doodle, &c
We're happy, free, and well to do,

And cannot want for knowledge;
For almost every mile or two,
You find a school or college.

Yankee Doodle, &c.
The land we till is all our own-

Whate'er the price, we paid it;
Therefore we'll fight till all is blue,
Should any dare invade it.
Chorus:-Yankee Doodle, boys; huzza!

Down outside, up the middle-
Yankee Doodle, fa, sol, la,

Trumpet, drum, and fiddle.