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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER.
Rusty the swords our lathers unsheathed—
William and James are turned to clay; Long did we till the wrath they bequeathed;
Red waa the crop and bitter the pay! Freedom fled us! Knaves misled up!
Under the feet of the foemen w« lay-Riches and strength, We'll win them at length,
For Orange and Green will carry the day! Landlord's fooled us; England ruled us.
Hounding our passions to make us their prey! But in their spite, The Irish unite
And Orange and Green will carry the day!
Fruitful our soil where houest men starve;
Empty the mart and shipless the bay; Out of our want the Oligarchs carve; Foreigners fatten on our decay!
Disunited,
Therefore blighted, Ruined and rent by the Englishman's sway;
Party and creed
For once have agreed— Orange and Green will carry the day!
Boyne's old water,
Red with slaughter! Now Is as pure as an infant at play;
So, In our souls,
Its history rolls, And Orange and Green will carry the day!
English deceit can rule us no more,
Bigots and knaves are scattered like spray-Deep was the oath the Orangeman swore, "Orange and Green must carry the day!"
Orange! Orange!
Bless the Orange! Tories and Whigs grew pale with dismay.
When, from the North,
Burst the cry forth, "Orange and Green will carry the day."
No surrender!
No Pretender! Never to falter and never betray—
With an amen,
We swear it again. Orange and Green shall carry the day.
NIGHT CLOSED AROUND.
Night closed around the conqueror's way.
And lightning show'd the distant hill, "Where those who lost that dreadful day
Stood few and faint but fearless still. The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal,
Forever dimmed, forever crossed, O, who shall say what heroes feel,
When all but life and honor's lost!
The last sad hour of freedom's dream,
And valor's task moved slowly by, "While mute they watched till morning's beam
Should rise and give them light to die! There Is a world where souls are free.
Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss; If death that world's bright op'nlng be
0, who would live a slave in this?