Alexandria Gazette

MISCELLANEOUS.

[FROM THE RICHMOND WHIG.]

Whig Song.

The old Whig cause, the good old cause,

For which the British patriots sighed—

The cause of Freedom armed with laws

For which our fathers prayed and died—

Her standard once again displays

To cheer the fainting hopes of man,

As eager as in other days

To conquer—if she can.

The old Whig cause! the good old cause

Full long she strove with priests and kings!

For centuries without a pause.

Toiled on amid her sufferings

Till here, in western wilds, she found

A home for freedom and for man;

And here she vows to keep her ground

And conquer—if she can.

The old Whig cause! the good old cause!

Again she fights her battles o'er:

Again the sword of truth she draws

To struggle sternly as before.

With others now she must contend—

Another foe that preys on all.

But she will fight on to the end

And conquer—if she can.

The old Whig cause! the good old cause!

The written charter of our rights—

The constitution and the laws

Are on the flag for which she fights.

No human artifice or power

Shall foil her purpose or her plan:

Though hopes all fade and tempests lower

She'll conquer—if she can.

Let fainting patriots cease to sigh!

Cheer on the cause with loud huzzas,

And nobly dare to do or die!

The good old cause will mount the tide

That rises in the affairs of man,

And on its foaming bosom ride

To conquest—for she can.

W.