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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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They may swear as they often did, our wretchedness to cure;
But we'll never trust John Bull again, nor let his lies allure;
No, we won't—no, we won't, Bull, for now nor evermore!
For we've hopes on the ocean, and we've trust on the shore. Then up for the green, boys, and up for the green! Shout It back to the Sasanach "We'll never sell the green!" For our Tone is coining back, and with men enough, I ween, To rescue, and avenge us, and our own immortal green.
O, remember the days when their reign we did disturb. At Limerick and Thules, Blackwater and Benhurh; And ask this proud Saxon if our blows he did enjoy, When we met him on the battle field of France, at Fontenoy.
Then we'll up for the green, boys, and up for the green!
O' 'tis still in the dust, and a shame to he seen;
But we've hearts and we've hands, boys, full strong enough, I ween.
To rescue and to raise again our own unsullied green! |
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FAREWELL TO KATHLEEN.
Sleep on, my beloved one,
My Kathleen sleep on, And dream of the bright days
And hopes that are gone. Until in thy slumber
Thou still seem'st to hear, The words which a loved one
Once breathed In thine ear, Farewell, farewell! my Kathleen dear, Farewell, farewell! my Kathleen dear.
May that dream of enchantment
Be oft In my Bleep When high lash the Billows,
When loud roars the deep; • Where my bark bears me swiftly
Far, far from my home, May the bliss of that moment
To soothe thee oft come! Farewell, farewell! my Kathleen dear, Farewell, farewell! my Kathleen dear. |
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THE GREEN LINNET.
Curiosity bore a young native of Erin,
To view the gay banks of the Rhine, When an empress he saw, and the robe she was wearing
All over with diamonds did shine; A goddess In splendor was never yet seen, To enual this fair one so mild and serene, In soft murmur she says, "My sweet linnet so green,
Are you gone—will I never see you more?
The cold, lofty Alps, you freely went over,
Which nature had placed In your way. That Marengo, Saloney, around you did hover.
And Paris did rejoice the next day. It grieves me the hardships you did undergo, |
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Over mountains you traveled all covered with |
snow, |
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The balance of power your courage laid low.
Are you gone—will I never see you more?
The crowned heads of Europe when you were in splendor,
Fain would they have you submit, But the goddess of Freedom soon bid them surrender,
And lowered the standard to your wit: Old Frederick's colors In France you did bring. Yet his offspring found shelter under your wing, That year in Virginia you sweetly did sing,
Are you gone—will I never see you more? |
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