Many years ago The New York Herald had a long parody of the "Song of the Shirt," entitled The Lament of Ashland. It commenced:—
"WITH brows all clammy and cold,
With face all haggard and wan,
The "Hero of Bladensburgh" sat in his chair,
And uttered a fearful groan;
Wake, wake, wake!
Ye Whigs from your drowsy bed;
And wake, wake, wake!
Ere my hopes are all perished and fled."