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 THE CANADIAN 
 
 Orange Minstrel! 
 
 FOR 1870. 
 
 l*-'^-^ 
 
 WRITTIIK FOB THB PURPOSE 07 KEEPING IN BRMEMBBANGR THE 
 
 DABK DOINGS AND DESIGNS OP POPBBY IN 
 
 THIS OOUNTEY. 
 
 BY R. McBRIDE. 
 
THE CANADIAN 
 
 Orange •Minst rel ! 
 
 FOE 1870. 
 
 WRITTFN FOR THE PURPOSE OP KKEPINO !N RESfEMnRANCE THtt 
 
 OARK DOINGS AND DESIGNS OF POPERY IN 
 
 THIS COUNTRY. 
 
 AN ANTIDOTE FOR PAMPHILE LEMAY\S 
 
 SONGS, &c. 
 
 BY R. McBEIDE. 
 
 TORONTO : 
 
 P. H. STEWART, PEINTEE, COR. YONOE AND LOUISA ST8. 
 
 1870. 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 When the French in the Province of Quebec are 
 writing songs in praise of the murderers of Thomas 
 Scott, at Fort Garry, and when we see their newspa- 
 pers publishing them, we may well afford, without 
 giving any offense, to write songs so as to keep in 
 remembrance our murdered Protestant friends, as 
 well as to put the saddle on the right horse respect- 
 ing their murderers, so that such dark and bloody 
 deeds may not be lost sight of by our children. 
 When will Popery c >ase her cruel work in this and 
 every other land, and its votaries come under the 
 banner of the Prince of Peace, whom they falsely 
 pretend to follow ? 
 
I. COME TO OUR STANDARD. 
 
 Shall my muse give a glance at days that are past, 
 When Protestant freedom first rung on the blast, 
 When William, brave William, combatted his foes, 
 On broAd fields of Europe with Protestant blows. 
 
 Chorus — So come to his Standard, ye Protestants true. 
 
 His Stand<ard wears freedom — the Orange and Blue. 
 
 Our forefathers heard it, and honored the name 
 That broke through the mountains of torture and 
 
 pain. 
 And sent for brave William, who took up their 
 
 causCj 
 Of true British freedom and Protestant laws. 
 So come to his Standardj &c. 
 
 King James got the news, and he fled from his 
 
 throne. 
 For Protestant rights he was bound to disown, 
 With bigots from France, and the Irish in trim, 
 At stout Londonderry we shortly find him. 
 
 iSo come to his Str.ndard, &c. 
 
 But that was a nest he could never destroy, 
 'Twas hopes of the nation for woe or for joy. 
 Till He who rules nations did send to their shore 
 The Dartmouth^ provisioned, then hunger was o'er. 
 So coTne to his Standard, &c. 
 
 Oh I Protestants, now what disunion prevails, 
 Unite 'neath the Standard that Popedom assails j 
 
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 We are the true watcliinen who stand on a »ock 
 or Protestant freedom prepared for the shock. 
 So come to his Standard, &e. 
 
 Our Standard gave freedom, true freedom, its birth, 
 For Protestant freedom enHghtened the earth ; 
 Around by the Baltic to source of the Rhine, 
 And 'cross the Atlantic its liberties shine. 
 
 So ooine to his Standard, <fec. 
 
 Our Bible we carry, and practice its truth, 
 We saw it respected in days of our youth 
 By all who have passed to our forefathers' graves, 
 Their watchword was " Freedom ; no Protestant 
 slaves." 
 
 So come to his Standard, &c. 
 
 O'er Derry it waved when our Protestant arms 
 Dealt death unto James and his barefooted swarms ; 
 United they stood on that rampart of fame, 
 Yes proud Londonderry no tyrant could tame. 
 So come to his Standard, &c. 
 
 So Union is strength to our Protestant cause, 
 Our passwords and signs are — submit to the laws — 
 Yes, Protestant laws, and no other shall be 
 Obeyed by a people unconquered and free. 
 So come to nis Standard, <&c. 
 
 II. ON THE MURDER OF JAMES CAMPBELL, 
 
 12th JULY, 1850. 
 
 Come all ye loyal Orangemen 
 Who here around me stand. 
 
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 I'll tell you of a murder 
 'Hint has disizraced our l-uid. 
 
 The killing of James Caiii})l)ell 
 It was a grievous deed ; 
 
 Because his heart was kind to all, 
 Regardless of their creed. 
 
 Twas on the twelfth day of July, 
 
 As he did homewards go, 
 Behind his faithful brethren 
 
 He made his paces t<low 
 To talk with an acquaintance, 
 
 Not thinking danger near, 
 Till Oneida Popish bush boys 
 
 Around him did apjjear. 
 
 With balk and other weapons 
 
 They pierced his body through, 
 And, on the ground, beat out his brains, 
 
 Within the people's view. 
 His brother, Edward Campbell, 
 
 Received a dreadful shot,* 
 Which laid him, as tlie people say, 
 
 Quite dead upon the spot. 
 
 With worse than heathon madness 
 
 They followed up their plan, 
 To murder all the Bogges, 
 
 And kill them every man. 
 They had within their muster 
 
 Both guns and pistols too, 
 And other deadly weapons. 
 
 And stones, of which they threw. 
 
 Young Barnes and George Terrance 
 Were near a mill, in sight, 
 
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 As well as Thomas Marshal — 
 
 These made a noble fight. 
 But we will honor David Bogs — 
 
 The foremost of them all — 
 He gave his blows with might and main, 
 
 Although his sword wfs smalJ. 
 
 You Protestants and Orangemen, 
 
 Wherever you may be, 
 From Irish Popish vengeance 
 
 I hope you will be free. 
 Remember, keep your powder dry, 
 
 And weapons all secure, 
 For from their plots and dark designs 
 
 You never can be sure. 
 
 * Slugs. 
 
 III. THE BISHOP'S DREAM. 
 
 Bishop Tache dreamed a dream, 
 
 Before he went to Rome ; 
 It was about the far Nor' -West — 
 
 The Christian Brothers' home ; 
 He dreamed that country would be so, 
 
 Which gave him much delight, 
 To see his Brothers have command, 
 
 To rule as if by right. 
 
 Cho. — But two hundred thousand Volunteers 
 Are at our Ruler's call, 
 To put down Priests and Finnegans, 
 And settle with them all. 
 
 Since Priests, they are so cunning now, 
 In sending orders far 
 
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 Unto tlieir dupes throughout the hind, 
 
 Exciting them to war ; 
 This proves again another thing — 
 
 Our troubles at the West 
 Were first begun by Priestly rule ; 
 
 This at their door must rest. 
 
 For by this Bishop's acts we see 
 
 How rebel mines are sprung 
 Throughout the Fenian ranks abroad, 
 
 Towards the setting sun. 
 And to the East, we see them there, — 
 
 Their plans are scattered wide, — 
 Prepared to do their master's work ; 
 
 Shame ! Priests your faces hide. 
 
 So trim your lamps, ye freemen all, 
 
 Your lamps of life and light ; 
 And statesmen, too, it is for you 
 
 To put this country right. 
 You have been long in darkness kept, 
 
 Unwilling yet to see 
 The dark designs of Priestly rule. 
 
 From which you should be free. 
 
 They lorg have pulled the wires away. 
 
 But truth at last comes out, — 
 That Fenians are the Pope's brigade j 
 
 Of this there is no doubt. 
 Since Priests are seen behind the screen 
 
 All to the naked eye ; 
 Then kick them from their hiding place, 
 
 And bid such rogues good bye. 
 
 For two hundred thousand Volunteers 
 Are ready at your call, 
 
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 To i)ut down Priests and Finnegans, 
 And settle with them all. 
 
 IV. ON CEI.EBRATION OF FIFTH NOVEMBER 
 BY No. 965, WARWICK, 1859. 
 
 Air — My ain Kind Dearie, Oh. 
 
 Our number is nine sixty-hve, 
 
 'Twas created last October, 0, 
 Our members now begin to thrive, 
 
 All hapi^y, brave and sober. O. 
 Our branch it tops the Orange tree, 
 
 Which spreads out o'er the nation, 0, 
 It's blossoms now we plainly see, 
 
 And's budding more for creation, O. 
 
 Oh ! may such branches never fade, ., 
 
 But ahvays bloom and flourish, O, 
 May those who lie beneath their shade, 
 
 Still help the tree to nourish, O. 
 The fifth November now has come. 
 
 And we, in peace, have met it, O, 
 We hear our fife, we hear our drum, 
 
 Which show we don't forget it, O. 
 
 Some say our Rulers serve the Pope, 
 
 And make some laws to grieve us, 0, 
 But if they do, w^e have a hope, 
 
 That Heaven will soon relieve us, 0, 
 And sycophants are yelling loud, - 
 
 That w- ould be benefactors, O, 
 But now we see, such would be proud 
 
 To be Rome's mean contractors, O. 
 
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 To drive uu to the fire and flame 
 
 That once beset this nation, O ; 
 There are some chieftains much to blame 
 
 For all this sad noration, 0. 
 But here united we will stand, " . . 
 
 We want no harmonizers, O ; 
 But we'll protect our favored land, 
 
 From plotting-ill contrivers, 0. 
 
 Those would divide our loyal ranks, 
 
 By rampant lies extending, O, 
 They'll in the end get little thanks, — 
 
 We see how things are bending, 0. 
 So crush this upas in the bud, 
 
 It death and poison carries, O, 
 It's leaves are dyed in crimson blood, 
 
 And venom with it tarries, 0. 
 
 But we v;ill do as freemen shouLl, 
 
 Beneath our Orange standard, 0, 
 And scorn the p;ith that leads to blood. 
 
 kSince William's on our vanguard, O. 
 VV^e know ivhat he has done of yore, 
 
 And we will imitate it, 0, 
 When fi]'st he landed on our shore, 
 
 And James' plans defeated, 0, 
 
 He gave to us the word and sign-, 
 
 At Exeter he did it, O, 
 kShall we his cause to knaves resign ? 
 
 No, heaven has still forbid it, O. 
 So when wo in our Lodge-rooms meet, 
 
 I hope we'll guard our passes, 0, 
 From all who shew their cloven feet, 
 
 Likewise from mules and asses, O. 
 
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 V. ON THE RrSE OF FENIANISM.II 
 
 ,. Written 1868. 
 
 Twelve years ago these Fenians rose, 
 At Cincinatti first they started ; 
 'Twas to intimidate all those 
 Who from their faith had once departed. 
 And l»y an old designing monk. 
 Was thwarted in his pervert dealing, 
 By Protestants, who showed their spunk, 
 Against his libel conscience healing. 
 
 For Erin's sons this trap was laid, 
 
 And in they ran without a fetter ; 
 
 Being well acquainted with the trade, 
 
 Of Priestcraft, to the very letter. 
 
 To give these anti-Christians ground 
 
 Where freemen rule, they'd swamp the nation j 
 
 This is a truth by England found 
 
 Since first she gave them 'mancipation. 
 
 These Northern States will rue the day 
 Tiiat they have nursed this serpent, w^inding 
 All round their liberty ; we pray 
 That what is done may not be binding ; 
 But if this spawn of darkness come 
 To murder Pre ^estants, Fm telling, 
 There rifle balls must strike them dumb. 
 Whilst Yankee powder they'll be smelling. 
 
 So let us here watch Gowan's word,* 
 And be prepared for every danger ; 
 To think of peace it is absurd, — 
 For peace with Rome is still a stranger j 
 But she is doomed ! we see her now 
 
ORANGE MINSTilEL 11 
 
 Still sinking fast without a lover, '•* 
 
 Those gave her strength have made a vow 
 That deeds of darknessf they'll not cover. 
 
 II See a book named *• Danger in the Dark," published in 
 • the United States. =>«= Col. O.K. Gowan. f Austria 
 has just thrown off the power of the Pope. > . 
 
 VI. THE PRINCE OF WALES' TRAVELS UN- 
 DER THE DUKE OF NEWCASTLE'S PUSEY- 
 ITE CLOUD. 
 
 'Twas in the year of fifty -nine 
 
 The Prince of Wales did go 
 To see Rome's far-famed city, " . 
 
 With all her Priestly show ; 
 He there beheld a mitred Prince, 
 
 With all his holy ware ; 
 Yes — crosses, and hobgoblin things, " . 
 
 From Styx, or God knows where. 
 
 The year that next succeeded that 
 
 He cross' d the Western waves. 
 To view this North Auierica, . ; 
 
 Where loyalty yet saves ^. ^ 
 
 A remnant of those Provinces 
 
 To Britain's glorious crown, 
 And will, unless these Puseyites ' 
 
 Will pull that glory down. -- 
 
 He travelled through those Provinces 
 
 That lie towards the east. 
 Where loyalty still greeted him 
 
 Without a mitred Priest; 
 
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 But when lie camo to Canada , 
 
 Th'it loyalty was o'er, — 
 Met by a Popish Bishop band 
 
 Where Quebec bastions soar. 
 
 These wore their gold -gilt crosses ^ 
 
 With chains to hold them u]) ; 
 While Protestants and Clergy had 
 
 To drink a bitter cup 
 In horror and astonishment. 
 
 To think they could not share 
 The favours of that royal youth, i " 
 
 Wliose welfare was their prayer. -^ • 
 
 When the Duke came up to Kingston, 
 
 He was the Prince's guide — 
 lie told the Kingston Orangemen 
 
 Their colours tJiey must hide ; 
 For that His Royal Highness there 
 
 Such traps could not behold, 
 His eyes had been so feasted " 
 
 On images of gold. 
 
 The Orangemen at Kmgston said - 
 
 Their loyalty was known . 
 To British law and liberty, 
 
 Their Bible and the Throne 5 
 But to submit to Popery. - ^ 
 
 Or Puseyites, the same, ^ 
 
 Their word was *' No Surrender ! Duke, 
 
 Go back to whence you came." 
 
 The Orangemen at Belleville Town ■%. 
 
 Have honor and applause. 
 For holding out for liberty, 
 
 And ancient British laws ; 
 
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 When nothing tliat'.s forbid by Rome i 
 Can be permitted where - -^ •"' 
 
 The Duke and Edmund PIea<l can throw 
 A Puseyitish snare. .•.■■■■.■■. 
 
 God save the youthful Prince of Wales 
 
 From Puseyites, and learn 
 How he may all their mimicry 
 
 From Protestant discern. 
 Long live the Kingston Orangemen, 
 
 With all that's good in store; ... 
 Likewise their Belleville brethren — 
 
 They have my bosom'^ core. . . 
 
 VIL ON THE DOWNFALL OF ROME. 
 
 BY GARIBALDI. ] ' 1 
 
 When trees are showing forth their buds. 
 
 We know that Spring is near ; •;. ■ 
 So watch the signs in prophecy, ; ^ ^ /. 
 
 Which now to us appear, r r ; ~ • 
 The fall of ancient Rome has come, 
 
 She shall not rule our land; 
 Since kings no more shall worship her, 
 
 Nor bow at her command. 
 
 Chorus — Yet watch the high pulsations 
 • Of that mystic dying heart ; 
 . Since Garibaldi cut the cord 
 ^ " V _ . That wounds a vital part. 
 
 Towards the end 'twas p ophesied ^i,;t 
 That knowledge would increase; ■ 
 
 Tlien soon the end of wickedness, 
 If v^e the Scriptures trace, 
 
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 And the last end of Antichrist, '• . • 
 Which filled this world with woe, 
 
 It should be cast from out this earth 
 Unto the shades below. 
 
 These signs are all fulfilled, my friends, 
 
 The beast has lost its might, 
 It lies in gloomy darkness now, 
 
 And dismal is the sight ; 
 It's limbs are all a-kicking yet, 
 
 It bites it's tongue with pain, 
 And struggles like another beast, 
 
 Convulsed in every vein. *' 
 
 Rome's kingdom's full of darkness now, 
 
 Pope Pio found it out ; 
 That Mary was another God,* 
 
 And that without a doubt ; 
 So on Rome's gloomy altars burn 
 
 Four candles every day; 
 Where three were placed in olden times, 
 
 When mass they used to say. 
 
 See Infidel and Fenian dens 
 
 This gloomy cause now serve ; p ' 
 
 Whilst angels have their sickles in, ; 
 
 And will cut every nerve. 
 These servants of the wicked one. 
 
 Their missions now declare — 
 That they will cast all Britons down — 
 
 That name they cannot bear. * 
 
 Watch her well, Canadians, then, 
 
 Partake not of her sins. 
 As they have up to heaven grown. 
 
 And trouble now begins ; 
 
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 For the heart we see it sicken, 
 
 As the prophets have foretold, - 
 
 And the hmb^. begin to quicken, 
 Whilst her tail the nations hold. 
 
 * The Immaculate Conception. 
 
 VIII. ON THE LATE FENIAN FLABBERGAST. 
 
 Said Mickey M'Cue to his own brother Phil — 
 Do you mind our last congress, dear brother ? 
 The saycret we got, we must mind it — be still — 
 There is trouble ahead, and much bother. 
 One thing I must tell, but I know it's not true, 
 That we will march over the bordhers, - . 
 This is no saycret to me or to you, * *; 
 
 That O'Nale dare not give us the orders. 
 
 They tell we're preparin' to fight the Canucks — 
 
 It's all in my eye, blathe ration ! 
 
 Thim fellows would kill us like pidgeons or ducks 
 
 That they'd shoot for their own recreation. 
 
 For faith I was there whin O'Nale took us o'er, 
 
 And saw cousin Rooney a-dying j 
 
 An' I then swore an oath that I'd fight 'em no more, 
 
 Their balls were so wicked whin flying. 
 
 ** You mane the last session," said Phil, ' ' at New 
 
 Yark, 
 When all had got into a fizzle, — '"^ 
 
 Their sayings were bound to be kept in the dark, 
 But the whole thing to me is a puzzle. 
 'Twas there that we heard of the great Orange tree, 
 With its branches like clouds o'er the mountains, 
 
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 *> 
 
 Whose trunk had took root in this land of the 
 
 free, 
 Well watered by Protestant fountains." % 
 
 ''Just listen," says Mickey. ••I'll tell you a tale, 
 
 Since Stephens ran off with the dollars, ^^ _ . , 
 
 And he was succeeded by Erie O'Nale, 
 
 The Orange has followed our colours. 
 
 So we have got trouble not thought of before, — 
 
 Brought on by our own indiscretion, 
 
 The Orange has sprc^ad o'er the land, and no more 
 
 We're free from the ould botheration. 
 
 Their lodges are scattered all over the land 
 
 By thousands, we hear they are thriving, 
 
 They know^ all the saycrets that w^e have on hand, 
 
 An' there's no use in longer conniving. 
 
 They know our designs on the President's chair, 
 
 Our plans arc found out, and we're ended,,' 
 
 No Finnegan Centre shall ever sit there, • ' ' 
 
 Smce the Orange has come to befriend it." 
 
 "By Molly Maguire, and the true Eibbon sign," 
 
 Says Phil, '• our whole system will tottle, 
 
 For all is now ended, and I will resign, . ' " ' .; 
 
 We're now but like smoke in a bottle. • . 
 
 Bad luck to the Centhres, an' Erie ONale, 
 
 Arr a ivirnioji the loss is the dollars ;" 
 
 Says Mickey, " begorra we'll send them to jail, 
 
 Or petition Judge Lynch for new collars." 
 
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 IX. ON OUR OLD ENGLISH BIBLE BEING 
 SUPPRESSED IN SCHOOLS. 
 
 On our old English Bil>le, boys, were tranieu the 
 British laws, - , .. t. 
 
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 And from its liglit, the luition yot her IVcedom's 
 
 standard drjivvs ; 
 But if that day will ever come to cast that Bible 
 
 down. 
 With it will fall the nation's i)rid(?, it's honor and 
 
 its crown. 
 
 When tii'st we took the Frenchman's hand for bet- 
 ter — not for worse — 
 
 We thought he would not conscience wrong, and 
 after hold the purse: 
 
 But he has done far worse than that, he took our 
 children's food, — 
 
 We mean the food the Scripture* give, — and thinks 
 it right he should. 
 
 « ■ 
 
 When we were young and tender yet, we mind 
 
 those days at school, 
 On which w^e had our Bible class, we mind the 
 
 master's rule. 
 We know^ we had to raad it there and in Exodus 
 
 too. 
 That none should bow to i ma ires, that God was al- 
 
 ways true. 
 
 There was a time in Canada, the Bible w^as a book, 
 That all took pride to read therein, to ponder and 
 
 to look ; 
 But now we see another day where rulers lay it 
 
 down 
 That we must cast it from our schools, least it 
 
 would cause a frown. 
 
 When the Bible was a stranger, it was our father's 
 care, • :. * ■'■:■, 
 
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 For it they stood bbtli fire and flame, and laid 
 their bosoms bare ; - 
 
 Must it be cast in Canada far from our public 
 schools 
 
 By foreign powers that rule this land, themselves 
 the worst of fools ? 
 
 For twenty years and more, my friends, this book 
 
 has been suppress'd, 
 Though it was once the people's pride, and by it 
 
 they were blest ; 
 Yet all this will not satisfy those that our rights 
 
 command. 
 These buy and sell their Western dupes, who will 
 
 not them withstand. 
 
 Were schools in Lower Canada free from all Priest- 
 ly rule, 
 
 Where Protestants could enter at, and place their 
 youth at school, 
 
 And not be taught Rome's mummery, which dark- 
 ens eveiy spot, 
 
 We might submit to Separate Schools, if that 
 should be our lot. 
 
 X. ON KIEL'S TREACHERY TO MAJOR 
 
 " BOULTON. - ^: : : ' 
 
 Since loyal men at the Nor' -West ,^, ' 
 Are hunted to and fro, ' " 
 
 O'er hill and dale, o'er wood and plain, 
 And in their graves laid low ; 
 And since their blood for vengeance call, 
 Can we their claims deny ? 
 
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 Oh ! no, my boys, this treachGi*0U8 foe 
 Must tell the reason why. 
 
 For toadlings at the far Nor' -West, 
 
 With toadlings from the East, 
 
 Think heaven and earth were made for them 
 
 And their almighty Priest, — 
 
 Who'd make that land a land of slaves ; 
 
 But Britons wont comply, — 
 
 They'd rather seek a freeman's grave 
 
 To know the reason why. 
 
 Our murdered friends, like Britons true, 
 
 Stood for their country's right ; 
 
 For which relentless foes pursue, . * 
 
 And in their blood delight. 
 
 They murdered Scott, and la'd him low, — 
 
 His blood for vengeance cry, — 
 
 Whilst ghostly Priests mock at the sound, 
 
 And give no reason why, 
 
 Ontario's sons, with hoary heads, ./ 
 And youths of tender age, : . .... 
 Will at their country's call arise. .j • , ' . 
 And in her rights engage. 
 Since none but Priests, with cruel spite. 
 Cause loyal men to die, . -. .r. ;- ? 
 
 All Britons have a perfect right : " ^ 
 
 To know the reason why. ^ v ; - : ' 
 
 For near a thousand miles our fiiends 
 Were hunted through the snow, 
 Unsheltered 'neath the clouds of night, 
 Where Arctic winds did blow. 
 
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 Thoy now liiivo come to claim thtnr rights- 
 Shall we that chiiin doiiy? 
 Oh ! no, my ho^^.s, their treacherous foe 
 Must tell the reason why. . '• 
 
 Xr. LINES ON THE MURDER OF A NUMRER 
 OF PROTEST A NTS, AT ZION CHUR<:ir. MON- 
 TREAL, WHO HAD GONE TO HEAR A lUOFOKMi-:!) ITAI. 
 IAN PKIEST I'RKAOII HIS NAMK WAS UAVAZZl— 1853 
 
 The other day, at Zion Church, / . 
 
 Li far-fainod Montreal, — 
 
 Yes, famed for killing Pro! stants 
 
 With powder and with ball, — 
 
 *Twas there Rome sent her motley sons, 
 
 From every filthy clan, 
 
 Who ran like fiery fiends that day 
 
 To kill their fellow man. 
 
 Those heroes of a .sjjurious creed ' ' -^ •• '* 
 
 (The master piece of sin) 
 
 With bricks and stones, with oaths anci yells, 
 
 Their wrecking did begin. 
 
 The Mayor was soon upon the spot. 
 
 With soldiers of the line. ' 
 
 Who might have saved the lives of all. 
 
 Did they but so incline. , '^ 
 
 When Protestants saw red coats out, 
 They thought their friends were near, — 
 Then left for home in hopes of peace, 
 Not having any fear ; 
 
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 Until the Miiyor gave orders (^uick 
 To fire upon the crowd* 
 Just as it issued from the church, 
 lie of the sict seemed ]>roud. 
 
 There dying, dead and wounded lay, 
 Young infants breathed their hist, 
 And aged sires, whose heads we.e grey — 
 (Death o'er th<Mn all had pass'd,) — 
 With youthful maidens, bright in life, 
 'iTiese witli their motliers lay, 
 Near to the steps of Zion Church 
 On that eventful day. - 
 
 Once liberty of conscience did 
 
 Cause Priests in praises join 
 
 To celebrate Kin;]; William's dav - 
 
 The hero of the Boyne. 
 
 This shows when down they know their friends, 
 
 But equals makes them foes, 
 
 They then would pull the nation down, 
 
 And this the whole world knows. 
 
 * The Mayor was a Roman Catholic, and knew well on 
 whom to lire. 
 
 XII. ON THE MUKDER OF THOMAS SCOIT, 
 LATE OF l^ORONTO, BY KIEL AND HIS BAND 
 OF REBELS, AT FORT GARRY. 
 
 Ye sons of freemen, sons of light, 
 Your fathers left our charter right — 
 But now 'tis gone by Priestly blight 
 
 And wicked perfidy. 
 *Twas Jesuits planned the cruel plot 
 Where Popish tricks had been forgot, 
 
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 Until the murder of brave Scott — , 
 Whose blood now calls to thee. 
 
 For twenty years or more last past 
 Popery's crimes are rising fast, 
 Within these lands the die is cast, 
 
 Where Priests our rights command. 
 Are we to be made slaves by Rome ? 
 Or shall we free our children's home 
 From that deceitful cross crowned dome 
 
 That now bestrews the land ? 
 
 Give us our rights, ye powers that be. 
 If not, our wrongs will fall on thee, 
 From Rome we shall and must be free, — 
 
 We hate the treacherous foe. 
 No Pope nor Priest shaP. rule the State, 
 We know their church is reprobate, . " 
 And Jesuits all we scorn and h«.te, 
 
 Whose doom is sealed below. 
 Whilst blood of Scott for vengeance calls 
 Loud through our Legislative Halls, > 
 Can Rome get fat 'tween party walls, 
 
 And be by us forgot? .^ / 
 
 There's no such craven in this land 
 Who would not go, with sword in hand, 
 To nobly die, or nobly stand, . p 
 
 To take revenge for Scott. I 
 
 Oh ! no, we'll crush the treach'rous foe, 
 
 Fit fuel for the shades below, 
 
 And if we're spared he there shall go, — ■ ^ 
 
 This must be Riel's lot. 
 With Jesuit Priests, with Monks and Friars, 
 Whom now we find a den of liars, 
 All fit for the infernal fires. — 
 
 These murdered noble Scott. 
 
ORANGE MINSTREL 
 
 XIII. WRITTEN AFTER READING A LETTER 
 SENT FROM THE NOR' -WEST TO A FRENCH 
 CANADIAN PAPER. Supposed to be written 
 by a Priest. r 
 
 ■ • t ]-* ' 
 
 Ye loyal men of Canada 
 
 See what French Priests have done ; 
 
 They murdered Scott for loyalty, — 
 
 'Twas they this work begun ; 
 
 And to insult the Deity 
 
 The}'' knelt upon the snow, '., 
 
 Like crocodiles they prayed for him, 
 
 And made a ghostly show. 
 
 Scott was a loyal Protestant, ;. 
 A Briton and a brave ; 
 . But Priests, to show their principles, 
 Have sen t him to his grave. 
 Just think you see his murderers '' 
 With crosses in each hand, 
 Mock at the God of heaven and earth, 
 Then break the sixth command. 
 
 If Priests would train their followers 
 
 In love to God and man, 
 
 And follow up ibe Prince of Peace, 
 
 And worship on his plan, 
 
 They then would be good christians, ■ 
 
 But that with them's a lie, 
 
 Since they deny God, whom we love. 
 
 And his commands defy. 
 
 There are twenty-tive black murders 
 On record in the land, 
 All done by Popish tyranny, 
 These now for vengeance stand ! 
 
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 Beneath the throne of justice, where 
 1'he Martyrs, night fvnd day, », - 
 
 Call to their Prince and Heavenly King 
 Why vengeance thus delay. 
 
 * 
 
 The heart begins t© sicken, boys, - 
 
 VThen we think on such crimes. 
 
 And runs us back to other days, — 
 
 1\) bloody Mary's times. 
 
 P'^or now, as then, the murderers 
 
 Have hitherto gone free, 
 
 Whei'e Protestants V\'e< o doom'd to die ; 
 
 All this we plainly see. 
 
 But Father Richot's musing now . 
 
 In Ottawa's strong jail. 
 
 And e'er he leaves it's battlements 
 
 He'll get a hangman's bail — 
 
 That's if the wretch be guilty found 
 
 With murder to his n;jme ; 
 
 If not, our country will be lost. 
 
 Priest ridden and in sluune ! ' ^ 
 
 XIV. NUNLlNGrt WALKING. - " ' 
 
 When the city bells are ringing, ' ' 
 
 If you're passing on the way. 
 You may hear a young man singing 
 ''Stop a little, stranger, pray ;' 
 
 Do you see yon maiclens walking. 
 Early to the cloister school ? 
 See them smiling, hear them talking 
 Of how^ Nuns lay down the rule. 
 
 'Tis at matin prayers they see them, 
 Nuns, then kneeling side by side, 
 
 t» 
 
ORANGE MINSTREL 25 
 
 Fathers do your daughters free them, 
 
 Or in shame vour faces liide. 
 
 For we see them always walking 
 Early to the cloister school, ? 
 
 * See them smile, and hear them talking 
 Of how Nuns lay down the rule. ' 
 
 There's a Cross halt hid before them. 
 With its bleeding image there, 
 Idols all ! these Nuns adore them, 
 With a parrot-muttered prayer ; 
 
 Whilst your daughters still are walking 
 
 Early to the cloister school ; 
 
 See them smiling, hear them talking 
 
 Of how Nuns lay down the rule. 
 
 We will call unto the mothers . •. 
 
 Of these Nunlings as they say, 
 
 Who i hould all be taught by others 
 
 In the old protesting way ; 
 
 For they never should go walking ' 
 Early to the cloister school • ■ ' . 
 As they do, with others talking 
 Of how Nuns lay down the rule. 
 
 When our fathers had pro.tested 
 
 Against Nuns, and Priests, and all, . . 
 
 Then such houses were sequestered, 
 
 'Midst rejoicings at their fall j 
 Now again we see maids walking 
 Early to the cloister school, 
 And in glee w^th others talking 
 Of how Nuns lay down the rule. 
 
 When our fathers were protesting, 
 Our old Bible was their guide j 
 
26 THE CANADIAN 
 
 Bui these Nunlings are detesting, 
 
 One shall never be a bride ; 
 
 To a freeman, after walking - 
 Early to the cloister school. 
 Such young ladies, Nunlings talking, 
 Never shall our children rule. 
 
 XV. ST. ZENITH'S BONES. : •, 
 
 ■ i 
 
 Come all true hearted Protestants 
 
 And listen to my song *, 
 Be loyal to your Bible, boys, 
 
 It will not lead you wrong ; 
 It bears the mark of truth and light, 
 
 It gives you hopes divine, 
 And gives to each a perfect right 
 
 To say this book is mine. 
 
 The other day, at Montreal, 
 
 ^here was a grievous sight, 
 Where thousands answered to a call, 
 
 Which gave their Priests delight, 
 To see their dupes meet rotten bones 
 
 Within a gilded shrine. 
 And kneel before them on the stones, 
 
 As if they were divine. 
 
 Saint Zenith's bones were in that shrine, 
 
 This is what people said, 
 And had been lost for ages past. 
 
 And yet were undecayed. 
 For lifteen hundred years or more 
 
 These bones had been forgot. 
 Till lying wonders, as of yore, 
 
 Points out the very spot. 
 
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 So rotten bones are honoured yet • . ■ 
 
 More than the God of Peace, 
 Thus Rome can shear her silly ones, 
 
 And still retain the fleece. 
 Just as she did in Luther's days, 
 
 Which set the Monk to think 
 How souls from prison fle;*^ away 
 
 When Tetzel got the chink. 
 
 But Protestants love gospel truth, 
 
 Good will and peace to man, 
 Whilst Popish Priests would teach our youth . 
 
 To worship on their plan. , 
 
 Then pity all such worshippers, 
 
 They know not what they do, 
 Since Priests are lords of heaven and hell, 
 
 And of the conscience too. 
 
 XVI. ON ORANGE GRAND OFFICERS BE- 
 TRAYING THEIR TRUST. 
 
 Awaken, awaken, and slumber no more. 
 The trumpet keep sounding, your tents are on fire. 
 The gods of the nations your watchmen adore, 
 Whilst lights from Jehovah they cease to admire. 
 
 Away from the mountain, there, watch the dark 
 
 cloud. 
 Beware, do not touch it, 'tis danger and death. 
 But call to your watchmen, proclaim it aloud. 
 Lest smoke from old Babel might stifle your breath. 
 
 Now look to your banners, the white horse is there, 
 No idols from Egypt came cross the Red sea ; 
 That serpent of brass, oh ! ye freemen beware, 
 There are many alive that you never can see. 
 
28 THE CANADIAN 
 
 Whon snns of old Aaron thought strange things 
 
 to do, 
 By using strange fire on altars to burn, 
 Then death soon consume<l them, a warning toyoii 
 Who now to the smoke of Old Mystery turn. 
 
 Why are our chieftains like Aaron's false sons? 
 Thus using the fire that God has forbid ; 
 We care not for all the old Vatican's guns, 
 If they would but do as their forefathers did. 
 
 Arouse in the W^est, then, arouse in the East, 
 Wherever the flag of your freedom can fly ; 
 Rescue from the jaws of that lamb-lieaded beast^ 
 The standard of William, then bid it good bye. . 
 
 Farewell niv dear brothers, past visions press sore, 
 VV^ere seen from the Baltic to Erin's green isle ; 
 Adolphus and William, each hero bled sore, 
 For rights lost by treason where death builds the 
 pile. 
 
 XVII. ON THE RECEPTION THAT OGLE R. 
 GOWAN'8 BILL GOT IN TflE SESSION OF 
 THE CANA:DIAN parliament, LS59. 
 
 /i ' 
 
 'Twas in the year of *59, brave Gowan he arose, 
 When in his place in Parliament, and thus he did 
 
 propose : 
 "To have all corporations that suck'd the public 
 
 purse, 
 By judges well inspected ;"' — it made their cause 
 
 no worse. 
 
 Then through the hall, like demons, those French- 
 men raised a howl, 
 
ORANGE MINSTREL 21^ 
 
 And with them sly pretenders did join them in the 
 
 growl; 
 They said thtit their religion had got a heavy shock, 
 The wor^t {noduced in Canada against St. Peters 
 
 rock- 
 
 8;iid one unto the other. " Religion must V>e free : 
 
 Shall it be trampled in the dust by Orange big- 
 otry?" 
 
 *'No! all who shall oppose it, we'll hurl them 
 from our sight, 
 
 And keep our Church and Nanneries from either 
 harm or sight." . . . . 
 
 True Protestants of Canada, how long will you 
 
 beliore 
 Those lie-proclaiming infidels, who always you de 
 
 ceive ? ^ 
 Do turn your minds for freedom : get honest men 
 
 and true. 
 Who will not sell your birth right for any Popish 
 . , stew. 
 
 Just sixteen of our members did vote for Gowan's 
 
 Bill, 
 The rest did vote for Nunneries and Priests to 
 
 have their will ! .• T • . <' 
 
 And some who say they're Orangemen did join 
 
 this motley fray, 
 And voted doAvn brave Gowan's Bill, and did our 
 
 rights betray. ,- - v;; - -. ^ . 
 
 When Charasus of Canu'a brought in their Bill of 
 
 Rights, 
 To rob our well-triud churciies in Popedom's 
 
 bloody fights, 
 
 
30 THE CANADIAN 
 
 These Papists did not scruple to strike the final 
 
 blow, 
 Whilst some black-hearted Protestants along with 
 
 them did go. . . 
 
 We see it's true in Canada, a truth denied before. 
 That we are paying money out to help the Papal 
 
 corps f . - '% 
 
 Yes, paying out our money, and that without a 
 
 frown. 
 Through lying legislators, who strive to keep us 
 
 down. ^ . 
 
 These men are cursing Canada, who strive to court 
 
 the Pope! 
 They'd send us to perdition, for money is their 
 
 hope; ■ . , , ^ ■::: 
 
 Their honor is a bye-word, a dirty, ugly thing. 
 But Satan yet will sift them, and leave a bitter 
 
 sting. 
 
 Long live our Past Grand Master, who walks the 
 royal road. 
 
 Without a guilt-stained conscience beneath a Pop- 
 ish load ; 
 
 Likewise those sixteen members who voted at his 
 call - : 
 
 To have such spots inspected, when we must pay 
 for all. . . . 
 
 ■^:<5. '- * 
 
 XVIII. ON OUR GOVERNMENT PRIEST COM- 
 M1SSI0NER8 TO THE NOR'- WEST. 
 
 The Devil he was sleeping sound, 
 Away at the Nor' -West, .^ 
 
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 'Till Friests began to tickle him, — 
 
 This raised his slimy crest ! 
 It was the Church that wanted him 
 
 Some trappings to supply. 
 For which he's bound to rule the roast 
 
 As Master by and by. 
 
 If his Satanic Majesty ' ■' fl ' 
 
 Had just been let alone ' ' 
 
 By Priests and all sncli worshippers, 
 As kneel beneath his throne, 
 
 These could not press our government, 
 
 ■ Nor make a bloody show 
 
 With rebels at the fiir Nor' -West ; 
 And this our people know. 
 
 Now Satan knows his followers, 
 
 Though acting very coy : 
 And these know how to lead him on. 
 
 And give to him employ ; ' r» 
 
 But Thiebault thought to beat him down 
 
 With old St. Denis' flail, 
 Whilst Church and Skite were looking on,* 
 
 And held him by the tail. 
 
 When Church and State Commissioners 
 
 Went to the distant West, 
 With Father Thiebault at their head. 
 
 Some people thought 'twas best 
 But Jesuits fool all governments 
 
 That call upon their aid, 
 They thus divide both heaven and hell ! ' 
 
 And live upon the trade ! ! 
 
 .3 
 
 ^ The Roman Catholic Church is a kind of a State Church 
 in the Lower Province. 
 
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