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Loraqua la document eat trop grand pour Atra reproduit en un soul clichA, II est f llmA A partir da I'angia supArieur gauche, de gauche A droKe, et de haut an baa, an prenant la nombra d'Images nAcessalre. Les diagrammas suivants illuatrent la mAthode. 12 3 1 2 3 4 5 6 fliof THE C$OJ«ISTIl>IITIOJ»AL ILYbUsT^ A COLLECTION OF , NATIONAL SONGS, ORIGINAL AND SELECTED, ADAPTED TO THE USE OP THE LOYALISTS OF NEW-BRUNSWICK. " A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust ; and when Can man its shattered splendor renovate, Recal its virtues back^ and vanquish time and fate?" BvRo.f. FREDERICTON, N. B. PRINTED & PUBLISHED BY DOAK & HILL. 1845 ;«-'■ - %V- .»v: January J 1845. ) ■ i >^t<:■■>.«. T»;; v'tVi '-r. r-HH n,Hi' ifiUiVi '< t'jf'f.'..! /I {• Ht-> "i h^n. ^ni0 ." H .1 ^ . • . . 'i- ii , sG u ' S-/i7:A,A -.Mi /^^(K, ^ i '1 'v * t m. k6V*V THE CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. RULE BRITANNIA. Wh£n Britain first at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung the strain : — Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves ; Britons never shall be slaves. The nations not so bless'd as thee, Must in their turn to tvrants fall,' Whilst thou shall flourish great and free, The pride and envy of them all j Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves ; Britons never shall be slaves. The Muses, still with freedom found. Shall to thy happy coasts repair. Blest Isle ! with matchless beauties crowned. And mhnlj hearts to f^oard the fair. Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves , Britons never shall be slaves. ■*•■ ..■v r ^ J: J:, . - , -t j ':^^ fV W CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. . V . •:. ,■ ), 'J ■• ■■ ' . ^ GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. God save our gracioui Queen, Long live our noble Queen, i God save the Queen. Send her victorious, ,./i\t Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Queen. Oh, Lord our God arise, Scatter her enemies. And make them faH. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On thee our hopes we fix, ^ k / God save the Queen, ^oj/ •ivi' 'for the PRINCE or WALES. M.;,U •■ft ■: Xs:K Oh, Lord in bounty shed ^ ' ^ -^' Joys round the Infant's head ; Shield him from harm. ^.^ ,^ '< Hear now a nation's prayer, g^ Guard England's youthful Heir, j; Make him thy special care, m ' '^ God save the Queen. HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE QUEEN. I ./ 1 » ,■», A bumper of wine come, fill, fill around ; A In this toast you'll all surely bear part, b ;i J*6r no honest Briton has ever been round, t^'^i^ To refuse to his Sovereign his heart. CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIIT. May health and oroiperity gladden ller reign, May her people in peace long poiieia her, And heartily, earneitly, echo the itrain :—^ Here's a health to the Queefli God bleas her 1 The wealthy of Rome at their banquets of old. When to those whom they-honour'd they quaff'd. Threw pearls of great price'^in their goblets of gold, More costly to render the draucht : I boast not of gems, but mv hearrs in the g^ass, Of its love nought can e er dispossess her^ Upstanding, uncover'd, round, round, let it pass : Here's a health to the Queen, God bless her ! ^ '•■■ ■ •:■•]■' ii THE BANNER OF ENGLAND. 'i' *j-i v. > , ♦ .*>i>i/;4 }«lfllji. v/hl^ .•i^vfin'; V THE ISLE OF THJE FKEE. r There's a green isle embosom'd in white,. That rules o'er the far-flowing sea, To Europe holds out a watch-light, |, And is called the laQd of tbe frce^ , CONftTITUTIOIfAL LYRIST. Those tields are tbe greeneit of earth,, Those maidens of Europe most fair ; Those cots are the homestead of mirth, And liberty reigns in that air. Our songs arc the lov'd of each land, Our laws are the freeman's best prize, Our arts on each shore take their stand. And glisten to far distant skies. The slave looks for freedom from far, The tyrant grows pale on his throne When he looks at the glist'ning pole-star- The star which is liberty's own. Whatcouqtry of Europe so small That has not been dyed with our gore .'* What foeman whose flag did not fall 'Fore the red cross that flash'd on his shore ^ The sun on our realms never sets, ' Our flag rules in glory the sea — May Europe ne'er sigh her regrets At the fall of the Isle of the Free ! ',1*. f/ < >T.Sfli n« THE BANNER OF THE BRAVE. Mr. . »*!■*. ^i'^'rfi'' TffB lHannet of Old England, The Banner of the Brave ! On Britain's craggy bulwarks O may it ever wave ! May it flutter o'er our heroes Victorious in the strife. When the field is red with gore, And the struggle is for life ! iS^ CONBtlTUTrONAL LYRIST. There's many a Banner drooping Submissive on the mast, But Briton's victor-standard '^ -■ Still battles with the blast ? There's manv a Banner tainted With foul Dishonor's blot, But Britain's honor'd cresses Have no debasing spot. ^ Vi,* I.' T.i.'. No-^pure is England's honour Unconscious of a stain, Utiyieldingas the Lion The lord of Afric's plain; And ne'er shall other standard On Britain's turrets wave. But the Banner of Old England, The Banner of the Brave! THE LAND OF THE OCEAN. J .1- In the midst of the seas, like atop'd man of war, — Pull away, pull away, yo ho there ! — Stands an Island surpassing all others by far. If you doubt it you have but to go there ! By Neptune it was built, upon Freedom's firm base, And for ever it will stand I've a notion ; All the world I defy to produce such a place, — Pull away, pull away, pull away O I say — As the snug bit of Land on the Ocean. From the opposite shore, pufTd with arrogant pride, — Pull away, pull away, so clever, — [side. They have oft swore as how they would come along And destroy this poor Island fbr ever. ' ■. rl ' ■M f CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 11 l3ut Britannia is built of such durable stuff, i-\ And so tightly she's rigg'd, I've a notion, ^ That she'd soon give these saucy invaders enough^; — Pull away, pull away, pull away O I say— If they touch at the Land of the Ocean. ....,, ^^ *. There was Howe ever bold in the glorious cause, — Pnll away, pull away, so stout boys, — [plause, That he gained on the first day of J une such ap« When Monsieur he put to the rout boys. The next was St. Vincent who kick'd up a dust. As the Spaniards can tell, I've a notion, [must, For thev swore not to cktrike, said he demme but you — Pull away, pull d'vay, pull away O I say — To the lads of the Land on the Ocean ! ,>.., , /.-A Adam Duncan came next, 'twas in autumn you — Pull away, pull away, so jolly. — [know, When he made big Mynheer strike his flag to a foe. Against whom all resistance was folly. And he sent them, you know if you're not quite a With a bad story home I've a notion ; [dunce. So Duncan he beat their De Winter at onc^, — Pull away, pull away, pull away O I say-^ *''^: What d'ye think of the Land of the Ocean ! * '. r i ssf ... -Ki; L■ if We ne'er see a foe but we wish him to stay ; They never meet us but they wish us away ; If they run^ then we'll follow, aud we'll drive them on shore, And if they wont fight us, what can we do more ? Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars ar^ our men; We're always ready — Steady, boys steady — , In l- To fight and to conquer again and again. , * ;. They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes. And frighten our women, our children, our beaux ; But if their flat bottoms should in darkness get o'er, Still Britons will they find to receive them on shore ! Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men. We're always ready- Steady, boys steady — To fight and to conquer again and again. :^' ' ' "' ' We'll still rbake them run and we'll still make them In spite of the d-1 and the Brussells Gazette; [sweat, Then cheer up my lads, with light hearts let us sing, Our Sailors, our Soldiers, our Statesmen, our Queen ! Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men. We're always ready — , Steady, boys steady — «-«!,,- To fight and to conquer again and again. ' ' 1« CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. j|S OH ! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS, &c. Oh ! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now ! Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night Will return with to-morrow to brighten my browi No : — life is a waste of wearisome hours, . ' Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers. Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns ! But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile! — May we never meet worse, in our pilgrimage here, Than the tear that enjoyment may gild with a smile. And the smile that compassion can turn to a tear. The thread of our life would be dark, heaven knows. If it were not with friendship and love intertwin'd. And I care not how soon I may sink to repose. When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind ! ,, But they who have lov'd the fondest, the purest, Too often have wept o'er the dream they believ'd ; And the heart that has slumber'din friendship secur- Is happy indeed if 'twas never deceiv'd. [est. But send round the bowl ; while a relic of truth Is in man or in woman, this prayer shall be mine,— That the sunshine of love may illumine our youth, A.nd the moonlight of friendship console our decline. ' - Moore. >h yit YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. r- Ye Mariners of England, who guard our native seas, Whose flag has stood a thousand years the battle and the breeze ; [foe ; Your glorious standard hoist again to meet anolher u eonSTlTUTIONAL LYRIST. As we sweep t/'ii?r ; |jt;-> Through the deep, Where the stormy winds do blow — Where th' battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers bhall start from ev'ry^ wave, [their grave ; For deck it was their field of fame, and ocean was Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell your manly hearts shall glow, '".p.-' As we sweep Through the deep, Where the stormy winds do blow — Where the stormy winds do blow, brave boys, The stortny winds do blow. V-l' »■» >?•• n Britannia needs no bulwarks, no tow'rs along her steep, [on the deep ! Her march is o'er the mountain wave, her home is The thunders from her native oak shall quell the As they roar [floods below, On the shore, > Where the stormy winds do blow — Where the stormy winds do blow, brave boyS; The stormy winds do blow. The Meteor Flag of England shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, and th' star of peace return ; [shall flow, Then, then, ye ocean warriors, the song and fea^ t To the fame Of your name, 4;*- When the storm has ceased to blow — ?, J >/ . When the fiery fight is o'er, brave boys, . ' And th' storm has ceased to blow. CampbelU CONSTITUTIONAL LTRI8T. 15 tj', ev'ry ;rave ; in was manly sS :.,;j . <.if i ' ' THE SUCCESS OF THE ALLIED ARMIES. Here's to her who long , ;.. V Shall flourish great and free, Britannia, famed in song, The Empress of the sea : For British soil was made , For Freedom's sons alone, ' ^'' v ' And here is bright displayed '"'-•. A Patriotic Throne. Chorus — Here's to her who long, Sec. When Anarchy's wild reign O'er half the world bore sway. And life blood flowed amain. From millions in dismay; Britannia firmly stood, Undaunted in the storm, ' ; j Though traitors cried aloud ^ For plunder and reform. .if;- fi . '*:,■ And when a tyrant rose. To consummate their wo, The worse of human foes To mortals here below ; His fury flashed and blazed, Like lightning in the sky, .,., Till Britain proudly raised Fair Freedom's standard high. Her war-blast, loud and long, Woke those that slumbering lay ; And Europe's sons now throng, To chase the fiend away. From Russia's frozen fields, ' To Biscay's roaring bay, <«> ' r- The tyrant's power yields. And sinks in deep decay. Graham. 16 CONSTITUTIONAL LYUlSf. " ":•:.'«'•. f^f.' A SONG FOR THE SOLDIF.RS. >9.« ;«" Ye lion-hearted British boys, Though scattered wide and far, ^ v^;i Come, hear a simple countryman f Tune up the trump.of war ; With hearts light, and bayonets bright, Assemble on the plain — :i r We knocked the tyrant up before, ^r ■ We'll knock him up again. So here's to noble Wellington, The darling son of fame ; ff 7/ And Hill too, and Beresford, And Combermere, and Grasme > And all the countless heroes bold. The British Isles arrayed, To fight the cause of Europe's lavT», Undaunted — undismayed. -.ri, .. When seated on the French throne, ^ With nations at commdnd, ^ ' We led the lad a prett) dance, " ',f; > And tried him hand to hand ; *, ' We sought for, we fought for, _:! ' j , And nobly gained the day. When he veiled his bonnet in disgrace, And slily—- STOLE away- Now comes forth the whole North, To emulate our fame ; "i^y i^ w/c '^ But the bagged Fox of Elba ro6ks * '- Will show but little game; ^ With dark brow he trembles now^'oi » And Europe hears him say, ^"^ He'll make the French — Republicans ;,». Before he runs awav. « fcu* ^ (rrakam. Constitutional lyrist. 17 .. H'-' ■1 iluim. ■tii.': V ':•.:■' V ■■'.HVK r K<&'ij THE TIGHT LITTLE ISLAND. ^ t)ADDY Neptune one day to Freedom did say, If ever I liv'd upon dry land, The spot I should hit on would be Little Britain, Says Freedom why that's my own island j Oh ! what a snug little island ;«^ • ' A right little tight little island ; All the globe round, none can be found So happy as this little island. Julius Csesar, the Roman, who yielded to no man, Came by water, he couldn't come j ■ ' Some were shot dead, and some of them fled> ^^' i-^ And some stay'd to live in the island. Then a very great War man, called Billy the Norman Cried, d — n it, I never lik'd my land, [dy, tt would be much more handy to leave this Norman- And live on yon beautiful island ; Says he, 'tis a snugjittle island, • ■ , Shan't we go to visit the island 5 is ly- ' !-' l Hop, skip, and jump there he was plump, ^ ? .1 And he kick'd up a dust In the island. Yet party deceit help'd the Norman to beat. Of traitors they manag'd to buy land. By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, we ne'er had been lick'd, Had they stuck to the king of the island. Poor Harold the king of the island. He lost both his life and his island ; That s very true, what could he do ? .. .,> , Like a Briton he died for his island. ^ 2 18 COWSTITUTIUWAL LTRlST. Then the Spaoish Armadas set out to invade us, Quite sure if they ever came nigh land, They coudn't do less than tuck up Q,ueen Bess, . And take their full swing in the island ; -w Oh ! the poor Queen of the island, The drones c^nie to plunder Ihe island ', ' . , But snug' in her hive, the Queen was alive, And buz was the word at the island. s >■ ■■ ■. »v .. . ;■•• ■ ■ ■ , ■ * These proud pufF'd up cakes thought to make ducka and drakes Of our wealth, but they scarcely could spy land. Ere our Drake had the luck to meet their proud duck, It stopp'd to the lads of the island : ' Huzza for the lads of the island. The good wooden walls of the island ; Devil or Don, let them come on, But ho;w would they, come off at the island. I dont wonder much that the French and the Dutch Have since been oft tempted to try land. And I wonder much less they have met no success, For why should we give up our island ? Oh, 'tis a wonderful island. And all of 'em long for the island ; Hold a bit there, (let 'em) take fire and air. But we'll have the sea and th9 islands Then since Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept tune, - • - In each saying this shall be my land, [land, Should the army of England, or all they could bring We'd shew 'em some play for the island. , * We'd fight for our right to the island, We'd give 'em enough of our island ; Frenchmen should just bite at our dust, "' • But not a bit more of the island. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 19 SONG OF OLD ENGLAND. I am the Isle of the old and brave I My banner is freedom, my weapon the wave t "A thousand years," the star of fame Hath shone o'er my borders and hallowed my name : And I, in t)ie light of my glory, have stood As firm as the mountain, und fresh as the flood. Where's there a nation from pole to pole, ""* But I've curb'd or advanced by my i^trong control ? Or sovereign power from east to west, ^ Whose pride I've not humbled, or wrongs redrest^ My inquiry were vain ! for there's no degree, Whelhpr tyrant or slave, but has bowed to me. Regions I've peopled of lands unknown, Leagues away o'er the burning zone — Made friends with the savage, and broke the spell,. That nerved him to be fierce and fell. ^ .^ And have I not striven with tribe and clan, .,^ v And civilised half the r(ice of man ! ' My " wooden walls" are stout and tough — My stalwart mariners bold and bluff; ... In prowess the greatest, in battle the best, ^ » '' That ever cruized the water's breast, And whcre's there a power, whilst girt by these, That dares my opinion dispute on the seas ! Commerce is mine ! my merchant fleets, :,.. : Sail whither he may the se^aman meets; Laden with wealth they heave in sight [white; On the shores of the dark man, and clime of the And herald my fame by their numbers and worth, Through every kingdom of the e-iith. . \: 20 CONSTITUTlOfTAL LYRIST. I'm the centre of plenty, and source of i^ealth — The bulwark of beauty, and land of health, My fames and temples, halls and domes, .,, May rival the ruins of Greece and Rome's ^ , And where will ye find in story's scrolls, A name so exalted from Inde to Poles ! K J. The stranger is welcome, the pilgrim is free. And the exile finds a home in me, I shield the brave and guard the good. No matter their colour, condition, or blood. To franchise the bondman, my flag's unfurled. And England, Old England's the home of the world I J. H. R. Bailey. A PATRIOTIC PARODY ON AN IRISH MELODY. Oh there's not in the wide world an Empire or State Like the green isles of Erin, and Britain the great ; And the last rays of feeling, and life shall depart. E'er the love of those Islands shall fade from my ' heart. ^ ,, It is not that nature sheds over each scene. Her purest of chrystal, and fairest of green ; Nor is it the beauty of valley or hill, Oh no, it is something more exquisite still. ^^ 'Tis that sons and fair daughters of freedom are here. Who make ev'ry dear scene of enchantment more dear. Who of all Nations round them are still known to The firmest in friendship, most constant in love, CONSTITUTIONAL LTRI9T. When millioni in Europe despuiiing of rest, ^ ^ ^ In silence bow'd down — by a tyrant opprest, The chieAain of Britain — and Erin sent forth, ^^' Their war cry to raise the bold sons of the North.' The sons of the North, at the signal appear'd. Whilst boldly the standard of Freedom we rear'd, And with hosts of bold heroes, advano'd onourfoes, To fight J bleed f and conquer ^ for Europe's repose. Sweet isle of the ocean, how calm, could I rest. In some bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, When the broils that divide and distract us shall cease. And our banners wave mingled in splendor and peace. ;i. THE QUEEN OF THE ISLANDS. ' There stands in'the midst the Ambient sea ^ — Like Sisters, so calm they repose — Two Islands, — the birth place of all that is free, ^ The terror and scourge of their foes. The Saints of those Islands — their Patrons of old — Obeying the nation's behest. Convened on the death of the Sailor-king bold, When St. George his colleagues thus addressed,— • '^A King will not please them, whate'er his deserts ; Then give them a Queen, who shall reign in their hearts, — Whom they shall delight to obey — And the Nation shall ring, p v' While the people all sing, The Queen of the Islands Huzza !" • i 2Q CONSTITUTIONAX. LYRIST. f, ( The Patroni for aid the godi then implored^ ' To raise them a maid so refined Her ^beauty should vibrate each heart's dearesl chord; — Pellucid and tender her mind. The gods ever ready the Islands to &erve, Sent Venus and Mercury down ; — | So fair was Victoria, so firm wns each nerve, Enraptured they gave her the Crown ! , . - The ffods all applauded, the people reioice, And hail her without o dissentient voice, And bade her the sceptre to sway ; Whilst these words shook the tiles . \, Of the old Abbey isles — ^^ The Queen of the Islands Huzza !" !R.ejoice then ye Islanders ! fervid and pure ' Your praise should ascend to the skies ; The star of your greatness, once dim'd and obscure, Is doomed with fresh lustre to rise. [wine — Then pledge we a bumper — well fill'd with good A toast to the Land of the Free — And firmly Victoria ! may all hearts combine In loyail affection to thee ! And long may'st thou cherish that justice and truth, That marks with such envious distinction thy youth, While honour and fame pave thy way ; , And thy people again , ' Shall re-echo the strain — " The Queen of the Islands Huzza !"—r. Hill. THE SHAMROCK, THISTLE, AND ROSE. Fill- the merry merry bowl to the health of the Sisters — The cradle of the arts, and of liberty the nurse ; 'v deareit CONSTlTUTlOrfAL tYRIBT. ; 'IVv May the tongue that wiii not pledge it be covered with blisters, And ita bvvner soon become a tenant of a hearee ! They're the enemies of dot^potiam, besides the ru- lers of the main, Upon old Neptune's bosom they so charmingly re« pose ; V ju may seek the wide world over and the like you'll never find again, As the land olTthe Shamrock, the Thistle and the Rose. < M <. c^ m\ : f< Fair Albion may boast of her Edwards and her Henrys — Her chivalric Black Prince, and her noble Lion's Heart, — Her Percys and her Talbots, her Warwicks and her Salisburys, — . Her Stanleys and her Howards Who so bravely played their part, — Her Marlborough, her Wolfe, herClives — all brave as men could be ; Her Rowland Hill and Anglesea, whom none did dare oppose ; With Nelson, Howe, and Collingwood, who helii dominion on the sea. With the tars of the Shamrock, the Thistle an^.., * H COrfSTlTUTIONAL LYRIST. And well may she be proud of her Abercrombie, and her Bnird — • One cross'd the dreary desert, one in Egypt beat his foes; But a bitter tear was shed that Corunna's hero was not spared, By the sons of the Shamrock, the Thistle and , > the Rose. >■-: ■/■• l^hen Hibernia shall come in for her full share of She never wanted heroes when her honour was at stake ; She has Statesmen and Warriors are famous in story — Her Grattan, Burke and Sheridan j her Curran and her Blake, — Her own devoted Ponsonby, besides her peerless darling son. Who beat .*n quick succession all the choicest of his foes, And hands shall clap and voices ring atth' name of' valiant Wellington ! By the sons of the Shamrock, the Thistle and the ;^^^ . Rose. ' - , ■;■ -^ ■ ! ^Then the mountainous old Cambria may well claim a word or two. For loyalty and courage she has ever foremost stood ; Her Picton earned the laurels from that day his trusty sword he drew On the plains of El Badon, till the day he shed his blood At the glorious Waterloo, where the gore of thou- . sands dyed the plain, Where the sons of Britain overcame each host who dared oppose, ; >«'■« CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 25 There the Eagle's wings were clip'd, and she bow- ed, no more to rise pgaln, To the sons of the Shamrock, the Thistle and the Rose. T. Hill. ' 'f (.i ^«■ . If- ',1 \ :7i WE'LL WREATH A CHAPLET. (Written for this work.) ''"•■•- We'll wreath a chaplet for the brow . ;, . Of her who wears the British crown ; . . / We'll wreath it — ay, we'll wreath it now, And she the gift will not disown — From Brunswick's shore, old England's throne A loyal gifl will not disowii. Hail ! fair Victoria ! our dueen ! All hail ! fair lady of the land, . > The fairest rose that e'er was seen ' To bloom in " merry old England," Is she, who, virtuous, wise, and bland, Rules with a mighty scept'red hand ! .•i; Ye pleasant vales and hills around r ' Where our good legislators meet ! ( Whose wisdom is the most profound ! And hearts with loyalty replete ! ! ) Bloom — fragrant bloom, with flowers sweet, We'll lay them at Victoria's feet. And may the press vvith fealty true t Catch up the loyal joyful strain, ^ * Inviting ev'ry real " true blue" To wreath the chaplet for his Queen ; But traitors, let them not be seen To touch the chaplet of our Queen ! ^M- 26 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. THE BRAVE OLD DUKE. ^ Air — The Brave old Oak. \'V.) ).; A 8ong for the Duke — the brave old Dukie, Who has our battles won, And still flourish he li1te a hale oak tree, When twice ten years are gone. You may sing a strain of the troubled main, Or the mountain's sulph'rous flame, — Nor the murm'ring deep nor the mountain steep Can match a heroes name ; You may chant a tale of misery pal« Till pity rend the throng, ^ - I boast no part of the wizard art, ' ' But an honest patriot's song. Then sing for the Duke, &c. With joy elate did his yoiHig heart beat. When his maiden sword he drew ; And firm his speech when he mounted th' bVea<^h To the stronghold of Tippoo. — Hope smiled again o'er prostrate Spain ... When she saw his flag unfurled. And with medals deck'd him when he check'd The conquerors of the world. _ Y, Then sing for the Duke, i&.c. . Then at Waterloo with his Britons true. He made a glorioes stand. And Europe free held a jubilee When he crushed the tyrant's band With loud acclaim was spread his fame. Till far and near it shone, And his name shall still cause hearts to thrill AVhen a thousand years are gone. Then sing for the Duke, &c. '/. lUll. C0NSTITUT40NAL LYRIST. ^ , THE VOICE OF BRITAIN. r ./ AwAv, niy brave boys, haste away to the shore, Our foes, the vile French, boast they're straight coming o'er, To murder and plunder, and ravish and burn — Let them come — we'll take care they shall never . ' return : Tor around the white Cliffs, hark ! the . notes loudly ring, Britons are ready, ' " -^ Steady, boj s, steady. To fight for Old England, our laws and our 1(ing. f • , ■< They knew tliat anited, we, sons of the waves. Would ne'er bow to Frenchmen, nor grovel like slaves ; So before they durst venture to touch on our strand, They strove with sedition to poison our land. , / But around the white Cliffs, now the notes, &c. They sWore we were slaves, all lost and undone, That a Jacobin nostrum assuri3 as a gun, Would make us all equal, and happy, atid free : 'Twas only to dance round their Liberty Tree. No, no, round our Cliffs, let the notes loudly, &.c. 'Twas only to grant them the kiss call'd Fraternal, A kiss which all Europe has found most infernal. And then they maintain'd the effect could not miss, We should all be as blest as Venetians or Swiss. No, no, round our Cliffs, let the notes loudly, &c. But their note is now chang'd, and they threaten to pour Their hosts on our land, to lay waste and devour ; 28 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. To drench our fair fields and our cities in gore, Nor cease to destroy till Old England's no more. Let them come if they dare — hark ! the notes, <&c. My sweet rosy Nan is a true English wife, And loves her dear Dick as sho loves her own life ; Yet she ties on my knapsack, and smiles while I glow To meet the proud French, and to lay their heads low. And chaunts round the Cliffs, let the notes, &c. And Ned, my brave boy, with a true English heact. Has entirely forsaken his plough and his cart; His farm he has quitted to dig in a trench, ,, y And ail for the sake of a cut at the French. While he sings all day long, let the notes, &c. Away then, my boys, haste away to the shore. Our foes, the vile French, boast they're straight coming o'er. To murder, and plunder, and ravish and burn — They may come, but, shall never, no never re- turn. ,. -•' c ■- ,.,J. ;:-..■■;!..■ ■- ,;,'...,,,,. -i.*.;,"^/.. For around the white Cliffs, hark ! the notes, &c. 'S> THE QUEEN'S COME O'ER THE BORDER. Through town and glen rejoice ! rejoice ! Right glad o' heart and loud o' voice. For our's o' blessings is the choice, — The Queen's come o'er the Border ! Auld Scotland, shame fa' them in thee, Wha winna join our jubilee. CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 99 We'll a' gang daft wi mirth and glee,-~ The Queen's come o'er the Border ! tAiv< "i'.'iTi.-. i i-''5*'/. i/. .A*/, •A.' (»v M Thy courts and chambers, Holy rood, Ha'e long been hushed in solitude ; Now, haith, thou'lt tremble, stane and wood The Queen's come o'er the Border ! The song — the dance — the ruddy wine. And lords and ladies busket fine, Will gar thee look like auld langsyne, — ■ - The Queen's come o'er the Border ! , The castle cannons reek and rair, Whare banners float sae braid and fair, A royal welcome rends the air, — The Queen's come o'er the Border ! A merry peal the kirk-bells ring. While happy thousands shout and sing, ** Hurrah ! hurrah ! God save the Queen She's welcome north the Border !" Vi- LET MIRTH PIPE ALL HANDS. Let mirth pipe all shipmates to join in my stave, 'Tis old Ireland and England I boast. Whose islands are fertile, whose children are brave, And whose wooden walls watch o'er her coast. May envy nor discord ne'er shiver her sail. But fortitude steer each endeavour ; > On sea or on shore let us unity hail. And loyalty flourish for ever, for ever, And loyalty flourish for ever, Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! ao CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. To heave oft' a ditty, a tar, boys, may try, * " Tho' not ifi your musical tunes ; Our chorus, three cheers, makes an enemy fly, When set to the sound of our guus : vp Our sweet serenading, a jolly broadside. To drub Albion's foes our endeavour ; [ride, Death, when fighting for country and king, we de* May loyjalty flourish for ever. f : rr , j; May loyalty flourish, &c. , We harmony, prize, love and frendship's axharm, And tho* o'er old Ocean we roam, We keep time in action, tho' ever so warm. Then zounds keep in tune, boys, at home ; 'Bout ship. wheel the grog, to ourselves let's be truci Old Neptune vvill bless each endeavour; [crew^ And the British Queen loudly be cheer'd by he<* And loyalty flourish for ever, for ever^ ;; .;' - And loyalty flourish, &c. ' '-.'■' -I- ■■•■-■■.*- ■-■? ■'^ V-' -j fv THE BRITISH OAK; The tree that our forefathers planted of oltf, ' They nursed with their hearts dearest blood, Till its roots in the soil had so firmly laid hold, That it fear'd neither tempest nor flood ; From the North, from the South, from the East^ from the West, On its head has the battle-storm broke^ But England has always found shelter and rest, 'Neath the boughs of her own British Oak. By the nations around us, grown jealous the whilci A host of attempts have been made, CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. m But there's something that's wrong in their seed or their soil, For their trees have blown down or decayed : — Some have grown up too quick, some have not grown at all, And some by marauders been broke ; One alone has grown slowly, majestic, and tall^ That one is our own British Oak. . . ^ It has flourished through centuries sound to the core, Not a root has yet gone to decay ; And if burden'd with bonghs that are useful nc more, -: m- . .;■ * m ^ ' Why carefully cut them away : — But long may it flourish, the boast of our land, Unharm'd by hostility's stroke ;. And perish forever that parricide hand T.hat would tear but a leaf fron^ our Oak ! . HOWE'S VICTORY. It was on Sunday morning early, Just at the break of day. Brave Howe the French fleet beat fairly, And shew'd them British play. The first broadside the Charlotte gave, Made Monsieur Neilly fly ; And told those rogues, our heroes brave Would conquer or would die. Jean Bon. St. Andre, on the deck Of the Montaigne, did say, '' Make haste, my lads, shew no neglect. Crowd sails and bear away. ^ CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. For Howe has giv'n us such a blow— * u The truth must be confess'd — If we don't steer from such a foe, We'll ne'er go into Brest." ^?r: i-U'it '&»r: ■,,jiw-i NELSON'S VICTORY. When Britons first, at Heaven's command. Arose from out the azure main. This was the charter, the charter of the land. And guardian angels sung the strain ; Rule Britannia — Britannia rules the waves- For Britons never wil! be slaves. « ^ Imperial tJaesar soared to fame Where'er the Roman Eagle flew, t ' CONSTITUTIOWAL LYRIST. « t)ur gallant Nelson caught his flame, He saw — he fought — lie conquer'd too t On Nelson's fame immortal praises pour, And shout his name from shore to shore. The valiant deed which claims applause. From rising to the setting sun j From ev'ry heart this tribute draws- Here Hawke's surpassed and Blake's outdone ; In Nelson's praise the gods of ocean roar, And chnunt his name from shore to shore. ;i Of Egypt's land we all have read, Where Israel's sons were forc'd to bow ; But this with truth and triumph may be said, The Nile was never known till now : Skig then Nelson, his praise in bumpers pour. And shout his name from shore to shore. A soul inflam'd, with ardour fir'd, , On glorious death or conquest bent, '- ;|^*,i Old England's martial sons inspir'd, ' [ f , - . And victory led where Nelson went; '^ Great Nelson's name shall grace heroic lore. Till nature fails and time's no more. ■<• ws. UlUJ?? To those who brave each' hostile jar, -^^' Who fight for freedom and the throne,' And evry bold and gallant Britibh tar, Be all our grateful favours shewn ; -^ ' ' The valiant tars we ever will adore, Who fought or fell on Egypt's sboie. iiiOi 'hould France e'er land her desperate host. By chance evade each wooden wall, y^..,-^ **'v; :-^ COHOTlTUTIOIVAi:. LTRIST, And hurl her thunders at our coast, ' * Let Nelson's glory rouse us all : Let trumpets sound' and cannons loudly roar^. Spread Nelson's farne f.'oin shore to^ sliore. ,.'ivyct' f •/'.■;■ '■.'•. HERfc'S A HEALTH TO MERRY ENGLANm Hkre's a health to noerry England* Here's a health to our Monarch and Lav(£, Here's a health to the mighty, the mighty and braw^ Who fought and have bled in her cause'; Long may she flourish so free, Defia-tice long hurl on her foes, Exists there the Briton a traitor wouFd be ?■' I!<(Qr, (tie for the Lion and Ro»e. CHORUS. Huzza ! huzza ! to the Lion and the Rose, f{o Briton exists but would fight ^v his land^ Arid die for the Lion and Rose. , .ir.f !,■ Here's a health to the Army, our bulwarks ofosrk^ Here's a health to our Tars on the main, To Europe, in terror they often have spoke. And conquer'd cgain ajid again ; Hirer's a/health to the Church and the Queen, ' Here's a health to our Commons and Lords, May the brave never shrink from the grasp of the In defence of the Lion and Rose. [sword, Huzza ! huzza ! to the Lion and the Rose 1 Encircl'd by glory, how lasting his fame, Who falls tor t|ie Lion and Hose. f V constitutiohal lyrist. 35 THE BRAVE OLD OAK A song for the Oak, the brave old Oafc, Who hath rul'd in the green- wood long; Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong ! There's fear in his frown, when the sun goes down, And the iire in the west fades ont. And he sheweih his might, on a wild midnight; When the storms thro' his branches shout. '''u\ Then sing to the Oak, the brave old Oak ! Who stands in his pride alone ! ">. ;, > And still flourish he, a hale green tree, H When a hundred years are gone. < )\"H In the days of old, when the spring with gold, ;^r" Was lighting his branches grey, "^ Through the erass rt his feet, crept maidens swdet. To gather the dew ot May ; And all that day to the rebeck gay, ■. , ,,^, They frolicked with lovesome swains; They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid. But the tree Ho still remains. Then sing to the Oak, &<:. ,^., V, He saw the rare times, when the Obristmas chiknel. Were a merry sound to hear ; And the Squire's wide hall, and the cottage small. Were full of good English cheer ; ; " ■-. v.-v/ii Now gold hath the sway we all obey, ' And a ruthless king is he; But he qever shall send, our ancient friend^; ■"To be tossed on the stormy sea. " ': , ' Then here's to the Oak, &c. ':\ <-\ 36 COWITITL'TIONAL LTIHST. i'**'" • .» 1 DUNCAN'S VICTORY. Cnrollki) in our bright annals lives many a gaJlant namOf .< ,, „ , i /; But never British heart conceived a prouder deed of fame, To ihield our liberties and latvs, to guard our lov'- reign's crown, ^ . Than noble Duncan's mighty arm achlev'd off Camperdown. ., t ',»■.'• u '',V10»'' tic.' .fc , CHORUS. . To shield qur liberties and laws, to guard our sov' reign's crown, ;| immortal be the glorious deeds, achiev'd ofl' Cam perdown. : (: October the Eleventh it was, he spy'd the Dutch at nine, .'r^^^if The British signal flew, to break their close embat- tled line; Their line was broke, for all our tarsion that auspi- cious day, ■ ' ;}-•'- All bitter mem'ry of the past, had vow*d to wipe away. •- ' '• Their line, &c. At three o'clock, nine mighty ships had struck their colours proud. And two brave admVals at his feet, their vanquished flags had bow'd ; Our Duncan's towering colours stream'd distin- guish 'd to the last — For in the battle's fiercest rage, he naird them to *. the mast. ,'4 *- ; Our Duncan's, &c -> >;.T V , . CONSTITUTIONAL LTjIIST. 37 Tb« victory waa now complete, the cannonaceaa'4 to roar, . ' The Bcatter' 1 remnanta of the foe, slunk to their native shore ; No pow'r the pride of conqueat had hia heart to lead astray, He summon'd hia triumphant crew, and thua waa ....ft heard to say; ,^ ,^ .. ^^ , ^^^ CHORUS. — Let every mon now bend the knee, and here, in solemn pray'r, Give thanka to God, who in this fight, has made our cause his care. I|-V.i:( VJ'J^** Then on the deck, the noble field of that proud day's renown, — Brave Duncan, with hia crew devout, before their God knelt down, And humbly blesa'd his Providence, and hail'd hia guardian pow'r. Who valour, strength, and skill inspir'd, in that dread battle's hour : And humbly blets'<|, &c. 1 - ' . I I «' 1 '•»,'•;.< • ' .•«* The captive Dutch, this solemn scenesurvey'd witU silent awe, And rued the day when Holland crouch'd to France's impious law ; AQ4inark'd, how virtue, courage, faitli, unit« to <;V form this land For victory, for fame, and pow'r, just rule, and high command. », , : And mark'd, dec. ' Tbt Venerable waa the ship, that bore hia flag tq. fiime,— 'tffVir ih 38 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. S'S*'-' Our vet'ran hero well becomes hik gallant vetiel's name. Behold his locks! they speak the toil of many a stormy day ; For fitly years and more, my boys, has fighting been his way. CHORUS. — The Venerable was the ship that bore his flag to Fame, And venerable ever be our vet'ran' Duncan's name. .Dra' ls> b THE FINE OLD ENGLISH MINISTER. I'll sing you a good old song, made by a good old wit. Of a fine old English Minister, of the da^s of Billy Pitt, Who rais'd this old Empire so that none could vie ' . with it, r An^ who lov'd a good old King who on a good old throne did sit. Like a fine old English Minister, one of the olden time. In time of war his fame and name, was spread all Europe o'er. He sent out Wellington to beat old Boney from our door; His Nelson Heroes swept the seas, as none had swept before. There was no foe to fight with us, whom Billy did not fioor : Like a fine old English Minister, one of the olden time. v-j- et COIfSTITUTIOKAL LTRI8T. 18 name. lie never stnop'd to break his iaith with fintain's old allies, -.^^^tr^n^r < Nor fann'd a flame of Anarchy to make u rabbile rise ; Yet when he spoke in Parliament six hundred ears and eyes Were open'd quick, for all he said was eloquent and wise. Like a fine old English Minister, one of the olden time. His line of kindred did not reach from Bondstreet to Slioreditch, So he did not keep in place to make his sons and daughters rich ; His honesty, why Guifer Grey has never heard of And down below all dirty whigs he properly did pitch , Like a fine old English minister, one of the olden time. > •. t^ i <.* He lost tio Indies, did not rob the Dutch King of his right, He backed no thief in Portugal against his King to fight; Usurping Philip he'd have left in a most unpleasant plight ; , ,,(;S . ■■■^^i' _ ■ .^; .-, ^ ,*; ,. ^^ j^-^W'^p And as things now go wrong, so be would have sot them right, Like a fine old English Minister, one of the olden time. But death at last (much wanted now) to ministers must come, It found this noble fellow too, with at his gate i a 40 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. And just one copper in his pouch, instead of a round Grey sum, ??>!>«}> Yet old England's voice was sad as the sound of a inuM'd drum, At the death of this old Minister, one of the olden time. ^ ''« I wonder now should death levant with 0*Connell, Hume, or Grey, Or carry Lord John Russell and his curs'd reform away. Whether any man in England would go out of his way. Unless it were to ring the bells for a jolly holi- day, ^ To the tune of" O be joyful boys," as in the olden ,- :; lime. , . ^-;*'^'-*4f '; ;, !i»'-l%'':/*'"'fe:»t ':i I ■>;«; HERE S A HEALTH TO HONEST JOHN rn,.^. !::.,■ \ BULL! 1 -M Here's a health to honest John Bull ! When he's gone we shan't find such another;' With our hearts and our glasses brim full, Let us drink to old England his mother, . For she gave him a good education. Bid him keep to his Church and his King, Be loyal awd true to the Nation,— And then to be merry and sing > ' ^-^ ; ' . -^ c^* J- J Tolderol, &c. Now John was a good-natur'd fellow. Industrious, honest, and brave, Would submit to his betters tho' mellow. For Betters he knows he must have : is*,; CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 'M' We must have fine lords and fine ladiea. We must have some little, some grea^ For Wealth the support of our Trade is, And Land the support of the State. Tol de roi, &c Some were born for the court and city, And some for the village and cot ; It would be a most dolorous ditty, If we were born all of one lot. If our ships had no pilots to steer. Oh ! woe to poor Jack in the shrouds ; Had our troops no commanders to fear, They would soon be arm'd robbers in crowds- Tol de rol, &o. ..« *. Then the plough and the loom might stand stilf. If we were made gentlemen all ; And all cotton-spinners would fill ; The Parliament, Pulpit, and Hall. — j Rights of man make a very great sound, .^ . ,^, ;, Equal riches a plausible tale j ' " ^ ^' Pray who's labour would then till the ground .' All would drink — but then, who'd brew the ale -^ ; \ ■;;.,. Tol de rol, &c. :i-\e. n- lau Then half naked and starv'd in the street We soon should be rambling about ; Would liberty fill us with meat, ; . Or equality lengthen our coat ? ':i if ,V That knaves would be levelling no wonder, We can easily guess at their wiews ; Pray who would get most of the plunder.^ ' Surely those who have nothing to lose ! i ' - Tolderol, &c. Then away with such nonsense and stuff. Full of treason, confusion, and blood ; 42 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. ii..,V Every Briton has liberty enough 'Jto be loyal as long as he's good. Then let us be true to our Queen, Uphold our Religion and Laws, And then let's be merry and sing, For this is true Libeirt) 's cause. Tol de rol, &.c. ■(v»ri '-^.i-*" f. A BUMPER FOR ENGLAND. A bumper for England — high-crowned where she sits — The fair Island Queen of the limitless sea ! On her brow is a shadow that hardly befits The glance of her eye which is fearless and free. The lion beside her — ye see him in wrath, By the toss of his mane, by the curl of his paw ; Woe, woe to the wretch that shall stand in'hispath When she rises to vindicate right and the law ! A bumper fur Scotland ! — Sublime on her heaths She moves, as she thinks on her battle-fields lone, Where the heroes she bred gained the purest of w'reaths — The wreaths of a warrior that fights for the throne ; She will not desert when her aidance is lacked, Her protestant sister that calls on her now ! O would she but rouse her ! — the light of that act Would banish the gloom from the Island Queen's brow ! *'■■'■ ' :< . A bumper for Ekin, — the brave, but mistaught ; Who, fooled by the falsest of men and of creeds COMSTirUTIONAL LTRItT. 43 That claimed to be chriitain, is fitted for aughl, The fiercest, the darkest, the noblest of deeds ! Could she throw from her bosom the traitors that mar The peace of a land which their presence defilep. How soon would prosperity's beautiful star Arise and bring light to the fairest of isles ! THE SEA-GIRT ISLE. The sea-girt Isle, the sea-girt Itle ! Land of the brave and fair ! "Where native freedom loves to smile, And owtis that land her care : <.i There let the baffled rage of faction cease, There live the arts of commerce and of peace ! There shall the patriot spirit flash, Which dangers but renew ; Iti war the foeman's withering lash, In peace serene and true : Dauntless as stand the cliffs that guard her shore, Resistless as the waves that round tht d roar. That sea-girt Isle ! say, shall it yield To fraud or tyranny ; For which a Wellesley brav'd the field, A Nelson dar'd to die ? No ! let her gallant sons their powers unite. Conservative of honour, truth, and right. Her three-fold banner nobly waves Unfurl'd to that fair gale Which breathes not o'er a land of slaves, But fills true freedom's sail ; 41 CONSTITUTIONAL lYBIST. King, lords, and commons, shall the vvatch-word be, Which calls to generous deeds the brave and free. "•is,;; !•?! .i:> ,1 * That wish, which sees their country blest, ' , Her peasant sons shall share: ,,? , , , It fires with zeal the manly breast, The bosoms of the fair ; The laws, the faith, their conquering fathers gave, Conservative of good, 'tis their's to save. .'^.^■, \ . Isle of our birth ! thy destinies We mingle with our own ; ^;i- •-'*■' 'Tis ours to guard, 'tis ours to prize, Thy altars and thy throne : Go ! bid united hearts our bulwark be ! Liflt high the song| of patriot loyalty. !.h/:/i -V THE WIVES AND THE MOTHERS OF BRITAIN. i Let each fill his glass — fill it up to the brim, For my toast is well worthy a full one ; Nor would I give much for the feelings of him ' Who would deem it a vupid or dull o»e. For him not a wine-cup deservedly foams, ?..:„? Whatever gay room he may sit in ; I give you — the women that brighten our homes- " The Wives and the Mothers of Britain." 'Tis a toast comprehensive — it leaves no one out, Whose smiles make a English heart pleasant. From the fair cottage-maiden that, healthy and stout, Delights the bold heart of the peasant. CONSTITUTIONAL LlllIST* m From her to the dame of the stateliest hall ; Our proudest nobility sit in ^ And up to the Queen, who presides over all «* The Wives and the Mothers of Britain '" X Nor will we forget the sweet rose buds that blow Beneath the kind eye of those mothers, Whose hearts are their own, yet not long may be so, But devotedly, meekly, another's. Let us hope that their sons will be patriots true, Like those in the room that we sit in ; And still be it felt there is reverence due . *» To the Wives and the Mothers of Britain." ENGLAND, EUROPE'S GLORY There is a land amidst the waves, Whose sons are fam'd in story. Who never were or will be slaves, Nor shrink from death or glory. Then strike the harp and bid :'t swell, Admiring worlds adore ye. Shout blessings on the land we dwell, ♦ To England, Europe's glory ! . . Blest beyond other lands afar ; Encircled in the waters ; With lion-hearted sons in war, And beauty's peerless daughters. Go ye whose discontented hearts Disdain the joys before ye, Go seek a home in foreign parts Like England. Europe's glory ! , M CONSTlTUTIOrfAt LYRIST. THE THRONE OF THE QUEEN IS AN ENGLISHMAN'S HEART. It is now understood, '.i?°m-'i'«*^^f^ /''?''*• That our Monarch is good, Has the blessing of the whole nation, When war's dire alarms, . Calls us Britons to arms, .' '■ ' Each man will be found in his station. Then what land but our own can such raptures impart P Where the throne of the Queen is an English^ ;' roan's heart. v The Russians and Dutch, The French and more such, Wish to upset our wise Constitution ', • • But no ne'er be it said. That Britons e'er dread ' Tiie threats of such fiends of confusion. For no tandbut ouF> own^, &(^ ;■■ , ' ■:>!<''' Tell tnis to our foes, v*^ If they dare interpose With old England, — her tars arc on duty,, Their Queen to stand by, Fight! conquer! or die ! s.- ?''? ^ To protect Constitution and Beauty. < For no Und but our owD, dbc. hit ■...\=r^^ }*■ * - From tilt AmanmUx. WAR. ^ Comb war ! corae war ! I'll try my hai I'll .prove my heart in deadly strife ; ^*f ^. iVsH hand, COIfSTlTUTIOrfAL LTRIST. 47 I'll link me with il . roremost band That dares th' exchange of death for life. ■n Prove, when the deadly rifle-ball Shall shrilly whistle thro' the air, Ifpow'r it has my heart to pall, Or blanch my cheek wi(h dastard feajr. If when the distant sullen peal, Th' artillery's voice upon my ear, Borne by the gale, shall come ; 1 feel . A dread of death, — that life is dear.. • .n>. - -f' • .' ^•■ If when the charging host shall shako The trembling earth beneath their feet.: Th' bay'net cause my soul to quake — My feet inglorious to retreat. No ! none of these my soul shall dread,. Before my eyes a meteor bright. Thro' blood and death will draw my tread. And nerve with iitrength my arm to flght. Old England's flag will to the breeze Fling out its fold, and lead me on t O'er bloody fields or stormy seas, Where victor's wreaths are to be won And there I'll be, around my head My arm shall whirl the glittering blade, £ach blow shall count a fouman dead, 'Till cold in death this hand be laid. Whene'er to arms, the trumpet's breath Shall call! — in arms Til first be jeen, In dangers path prepared ; dare death. For God, my Country, and my Queen r 48 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 'TWA8 ON CORRUNNA'S HEIGHT, 'TwAs on Corrunna's height The Scottish hero fell- How deeply he was mourned, Let England's armiei tell ! Bright shone the tartan hose, ' Which Egypt'u sands had known, For his own, his gallant Highlanders, Again were leading on ! Moore gaye the signal forth, -^ -^ ' Heart-stirring words, though few : And away on Victory's eagle wings* Britannia's ensign flew ! * The battle wildly ragwd, And yielding was the foe. When forth there sped that fatal bolf^ Which laid the hero low ! A cheer ran o'er the line,, • Moore, smiling, heard the sound, ^ut tears stood on each soldier's cheek As they bore iiira off the ground ! .' The dying hero's blood Fell faster than the dew, And dimm'd proud Victory's eagle eye With clouds of midnight hue ! Amaranth. THE FATE OF WAR. I SA% him go, with a swelling heart, From the home of his early years, As he proudly grasped his father's sword, Yet wet with « mother's tears. tOirSTITUTIONAL LTRlSf. 49 A sad smile played oe'r bis yontbflil fioe, As he turned from his home At last ; And the hamlet poured its gazers forth, To bid liim adieu as he passed. I saw him again, on the battle field, At the bead of a ehosen band ; But other drops now stained the blade He bore in nis ardent hand. That fair face, once a mother's pride. Was marked With a fbemau's gore ; And his war-horse pawed the bloody plain. As if proud of the load be bore. I saw him again, when the field was won, Aid where was the soldier then ? He siept with the brave, that sleep from which He ne'er shall wake again. Long, long, may the childless motber weep. And the hamlet long may deplore ; But, alas ! to the home of his early years. That warrior returns no more. — Garland. um^ THE SOLDIER'S FUNERAL. His sword and plume are on bis pall, The muffled, dtums beat drear and deep, And gathering tears are seen to fall From warriors' eyes, unused to weep. Thev lay him in his dreamless bed. The banners droop above the bfave, 4 50 CONtTlTUTlOIIAL LTRIfT« The requiem of the gloriouf dead Thrice rolli in thunder o'er hit grave^ How sound his sleep ! bis battles o'er, Life's fitful fever passed awaVf Where sounds of war are heard no more^ And trump and drum are mute for aye. While buried grandeur cannot buy One mourner o'er its lonely bier, His name shall breathe in beauty's sigh. His memory brighten in the tear ! 'Twill steal upon the- fatal train, The voice of reckless mirth to (|uelt, And wake in music's melting strain. Whose accents weep so wildly well. But to the lorn and widowed heart Con thoughts like these a balm instil^ Can glory's voice a charm impart To lull, to soothe, its cureless ill ^ A They'll bid her try to think no more On days and dreams forever fled ; They'll say, that tears can ne'er restore The loved, the lost, the silent dead. But when was sorrow known to woo The themes that make its pangs the less? Or what have broken hearts to do With cold and dull forgetfulness ? Or how shall e'er the source of woe Prove solace to the bosom's pain ? The silent tear must ever flow Because, alas ! it flows in vain. — Mrs. MoodU COlfSTlTUTIOMAL LTBI8T. n THE DAYS OUR NOBLE FATHERS FOUGHT. Air — The days when we went Gypsying. Ye sons of Albion fill the glass,^ And pledge a bumper bold, A health unto our valiant sires-— The gallant knights of old; They loved their little Island home, And for it took the field, And though their foes were ten to one They ne'er could make them yield. Then sure this toast must fill each breast^ And cause each heart to glow — The days our noblo fathers fought, A long time ago^ At Cressy and at Aj^incourt, At Belheim, Ramilies, And later when they dr.ov& the French Across the Pvrrnees, Our armies < . ned the laurels, and Triumphant bugles blew, The day Uicn fix'd Napoleon's fate On tb« pUins of Waterloo '. Then pledge again each battle field. Where trumpets wild did blow, — The days our noble fathers fought, A long time ago. Again where seas terrific roll'd Ascendant rose our star. Till Nelson their last efforts foil'd At th' glorious Trafalgar; And still upon each rock-bount} coast Old Ocean's bosom laves, 52 CONSTITUTlONAIi LTRIST. Our Mefteor flag sliaH proodly tell *^flT Britannia rulea the waves !— For Napier rivalled — whon he laid The Walls of Acre low— ^^ - The days our noble fathers fought ^^ A long time ago. mm Our commerce and our fleets extend i^f 0*er all the ocean wide, Our banner floats in ev'ry port A ship is seen to glide ; — The georgeous empires of the east We've conquered by degrees, , And now behold our flag goes forth To meet the proud Chinese ! — Then Albion's sons where'er they roam Shall bravely meet the foe, • ^nd match the days our fathers fought A long time tpi. T. Hill. T' mi\ HENRY THE FIFTH'S ADDRESS AT AGINCOURT. n' = »■(■ Air — God save th^ Queen. ;«> Rise, rise' old Engtands's might,' Gird, gird your armour bright, ,, < Your loiig-bows bend ; ' Show, show your deadly art. Speed, speed each fatal dart, Straight to each boasting Frenchman's heart Your arrows send ! -; , ^^ '1»« Your course our grandsires paved, Whose flag o'er Cressy waved, When Valois fled ; ' ♦. j» *• •v;. COMSTlTUTIOirAL LTMtT. 93 They Calais forced to yielcU*> ,n'r They won famed Foutiera fioid, — : vrniTriiimphant still we'll wear the shield, Or find our bed ! Lo ! in their haughty pride Their pris'ners to divide Their lots they easl l^f But though they nnmbers boast, ,• vi; l4iUe sands upon the coast, ,^^i5V'Thw4ay unto their mighty host it u. Shall be tb« last 1 > -i^iri. ; Forw^ard ! foUqw your King '• Soon shall our trumpets ring Their funeral mort. Join, join the bloody fray, I ..;,liQW, low these braggarts lay ; < v. . '^...ijfifanpe long shall |-ue the fatal day ! ■ i,;^,^pf Agincourt. .^.h,^- T. Hill. ■i:i-hi'Z s^.. . >* ^ ' ■y:',"..' '.lit .^ ^ (SONG OF THE BATTLE EYE. sy* ... Time— The Ninth Century. To-morrow, comrade we On thft battle-plain musi b^, There to conquer, or both lie low ! The morning star is up,-^ But there's wine still in Ibe cup, [go -, And we'll take another quaff, ere we go, boy, We'll take anotl^er quaflT, ©re we go. 'Tis true, in manliest eyes ^^5 f A passing tear will rise, When we think of the friends we leave lone y ( 51 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. m m But what can wailing do ? See, our goblet's weeping too ! [our own, With its tears wo'll chabe away our own, boy, With its tears we'll chase away our own. ■M. But daylight's stealing on ; — T^he last that o'er us shone ?tf> Saw our children around us at play; '^'^ The next — ah where shall wo And those rosy urchins be ? [P^Yi a^ay ; But — no matter — grasp thy sword and away. No matter — grasp thy sword and away ! >■ 1 V* t.1, « Let those, who broke the chain Of Saxon or of Dane, Ignobly by their iire-sides stay ; One sigh to home be given, One heartfelt prayer to heaven, [hurra ! hurra ! Then, — for Erin and her cause, boy, hurra Then, for Erin and her cause, hurra ! Moore. MARGH TO THE BATTLE FIELD. "T ^■Ji.-.- CHORUS. 'iA'^:L-:':(j^^ ' ■■_. March to the battle field, ir^^d «tli i)0 s^l4B^5j The foe is now before us; ^numiT Each heart is freedom's shield, toM i^dT And heaven is smiling o'er U9< |i mM ■ ^:t:h. ;■ The woes and pains and galling chainf,*^ Which kept our spirits under, ►^!?:' In proud disdain we ve broke again, i| %!^f .1* And tore each link asunder. afc^siii 1^, • :r ^ March to the battle field, &c^ tim ^?. CfONSTITUTlONAL LTRIST. ^ Who, for his country brave, Would fly from her invader ? Who, his base life to save, Would traitor-like degrade her? ViiM.. March to the battle field, &c. ■^pA Our hallowed cause, our home and laws, 'Gaiast tyrant power sustaining. We'll ^ain a crown of bright renown. Or die our rights maintaining. March to the battle field, &e. ^mvW: BONG OF THfi 79th, (OR CAMERONIAN) HIGHLANDERS. • ' r • '■ Air — Bonnets sae Blue. O here's to the band that still honours the kilt. And wear the broad bonnets o' blue ; Their hearts that with love or with pity would melt, In battle are gallant and true. »,; We conquered when Wolfe lost his life— With Wellington beat them in Spain, And whenever Great Britain finds enemies vife We're the boys that can do it again. ^.ij^ Chorus. -&o here's to our wild Highland Home, And here's to McDougal our head !* Vi/^ -There's bosoms as loyal to follow the droiie^ As e'er by the bugle were led. < We always were foremostNto combat our foes. Our orders they never could mar ; t'rkfi ^'mtxpii:j^i^ d7i' .Ij'vii.y'h, *When this song was composed, this gallant regiment lay in Quebec, commanded by Lieut. Col. McDougal. iJ%i m CONSTITUTIONAL LTVI8T. The kilt and the boimet,^t|ie garters and hose. Were never diahonor'd in war. Though foemen were aivarming like bee9| ' Our courage did never relax, iro ^ So if they're inclined they may laugh at f^ur kneesy For they never discovered our backs! When Bony from Elba gave Britona tl And Louis retreated from France, By Wellington ordered his power to nip, How brightly our armour did glance ! « ^ r Then forward we marched to the plain, Where Buonaparte stood in his might; He saw us and cried " they can find no more men. So now send their womm to fi|;ht '/* His legions against us in vain did contend. And at length we compelled him to own,(/ That petticoats o'er him nad victory gained,' An^ Hent him a fugitive home. Then over the borders we marched, * -a-m^ With pipers so loyal and true, And Paris we entered with joy-bursting hearts, To the tune of ** the bonnets sae blue '" .4''0 Then here's to the gallant and bonny Scotch Greys, And here's to the old Island Watch , In peace may they joyfully live at their eaaCj, s In battle ne'er meet will heir match. And here's to our own gallant band ; May smiles be cur lotifrom the fair, With generous v/ine ever at our command, '^'' . And bosoms unsullied with care. Then here s to our wild Highland Home, &c. .,>;.:£n vied our lot ..' .. j/,-'^ ^;^ik#ir"' As they flew. — * * We have fought from the Tagus to Grenada's shore, And gallantly bled at Corrunna with Moore. CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. When Pictou and Brunswick lay drenched in their gore, We lowered the Eagle, no longer to soar; «* Death or Victory!"— * All with smoke was dim, '^f M^wW When bravo Anglesea "^i^ Lost his limb.— '^^- "-^'^'^^ The hopes of the tyrant were crushed on the plain, And the Goddess of Victory crowned us again ! T. Hill H^ST, WARRIOR, REST! '^ L He comes from the wars, from the red field of fight. He comes through the storm and the darkness of night. For rest and for refuge now fain to implore, -^viH^^' The warrior bends low at the cottager's door. Pale, pale is his cheek, there's a gash on his brow, His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow, And the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing lamp that just flashes to die. * Rest, warrior, rest ; — rest, warrior, rc»t ! Sunk in silence and sleep on the cottager's bed, Oblivion shall visit the war-weary head ; .Perchance he may ducsam — ^bnt ^he vision shall tell. Of his lady-love's bower, and her latest farewell. Illusion and love chase the battlers alarms. He shall dream that his mistress lies locked in his • arms'j ^f^^i ■*-i**>= He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her kiss : Ah, warrior, wake not ! such slumber is bliss. ^V/ Rest, warrior, rest !--rest, warrior, rest I ^*n *?>. CONSTITUTIONAL LTHIST. 58 CALL TO ARMS. ^Written during the Canadian Rebellion.) r Am — March io Boston. Come, come to arms ye spartans, Gather round the drum's stern war-tones, Clad in scarlet and in tartans, .> Foes shall n.e'er oppress us. March, march to the field of glory,. What though our end be gory .•* When our sons shall read the story They ishall rise and bless us. / " *!^*'jir ■ Son9 of the Dee, the Thames, and Shannonv-"^ Come, O come where thundering cannon, Hurls their bolts on th' sons of mfunmon, ^S Crushing all before it. y.H Come, come no longer trifle, ^^. Honour's fame let nothing stifle, i^r^_. - Charge, charge with the deadly rifle. Rebels shall deplore it. — ,: 'rj>H" ^h ■r , Ml HJ Yield to those who would enslave us .' Never while our arms can save us ? What ! shall rebels ever dare us, While their acts are treason ! Strike, strike, from dreams awake them^*; Let their guilty terrors shake them — Let, Oh ! let our vengeance make them, Turn again to reason. . ' fi;>^T Come; come to ho!ibur'sbower,^^^^J *' ^'f "^^ In her path lies many a flower, ' " **5v lU ^ Crush the foe who fights for powejr > ■ Only to oppress you. W1>??'Fi%5«io<^ le^j:-^: , s s'*,! ,.>:, C0N9T1TUTI0WAL fl^TllIBT. Hear, hear. the ravens crying, O' the wounded and dying ; Haete, haete, the foe is flying - Britons to the rescue ! T. Hill NE W-BRUNSWIQKI VOLUNTEERS. (Composed shortly aAer the prospect of a border warfare, 1889.) Air— Farmers Bpy. >,IW • Come, come my brave New-Brunswick's sons. Who'd scorn your soil to yield ; Sheath, sheath your swords and house your guns» For the foe has quit the $eld > I The Chief of Maine, feariQgde&at, :ii3M!li Like a weathercock he veers, iQ Nor dares his conscript troops shall meet ii^iuj. New-Brunswick Volunteers. ^v>^i, ' When braggarts came, both fbot and horse, 'y..^-^,- And swore they would prevail. And hold our frontier line by force, And stop the Royal Mail,— Oh ! when they thus had made their boast, f/ Invading our frontiers, ,^ oX^^'U^ Who flew like lightning toth^ir post '^^^^jiHg {fit'^iyj New-Brunswick Volunteers. Then here's to Goldie's sons of fame/ \v ho came in the hour of need ; 4 And here's to the 36th who qame In our behalf to bleed ; * Colonel Goldie and the 11th Regiment of Foot. COlfBTlTUTIOnAL LYRIST. 61 And here's to Brookst and his band so tru6| Who to our cause adheres, From India's Western Isles they flew To aid the Volunteers. iV ; And here's to Nova Scotia's Chief, Andl her parliament so bold, W^o proffered us their kind relief--^ Their yeomanry and gold ! And here's to the ruler of this land,—' We'll give for him three cheers; Likewise for the chief who did command New-Brunswick Volunteers. t ♦ « H '&■■ Then pledge a bumper high and deeji^j Our coast again is cleared, — No widows left in woe to weep, *^!*M- And the foe has disappeared. '^' Should they again invade our shore, ^J,^, " * Our foes shall find their biers, Or strew it o'er with th' clotted gore Of Brunswick Volunteers. T.Hill. .•«TU::^>\! ON THE DEATH OF NELSON. Weep Britain, weep for Trafalgar And clothe thyself in sadness, No more thou'lt welcome home thy tar With fervid shouts of gladness — Weep, from Orkney isles to Helston, Never more thOu'It find a Nelson ! — i..J ,: vi. *|i.' ^ 'i ■■at^J,'- \ .w.'r-c X I Major Brooks of the 69th Foot. «Jf^-^^ \ Colonel Maxwell of the 36th Foot. ::'r W:u CONSTITUTIONAL LTRI8T. When the Buonapartean fleet, ti>/v. Dared the British flag to meet '. Thus dirf he say— ;» As his line unbroken lay — <*Our pendant broad shall sweep " O'er the Amethystine deep ^^ • ;\ " Wafted on by the orisons of beauty— ♦* To your quarters ! clear the decks ! ,*/ *< For old England expects " Every man to do his duty !." :, » ,«, (^ar Weep Britain, weep for Trafalgar ! Thy hero's fate is gory 1 j^// Exposed by wearing of his star ' He fell amidst his glory ! — Opening on each hostile faction^ How his ship went into action ! — When the balls around him flew, As his trusty sword he drew Thus did he say, &c. , ,, Weep Britain, weep for Trafalgar! r,H Thy Tar no more shall waken ! Thy loss exceeds thy foes' by far Although their fleets are taken ! — Struck with adamantine thunder Neptune stood aghast with wonder f Even Sea-nymphs made a stand. As he gave his last command, And thus did say, &c. ■/ 1. fi ' m M-i »>• .4 'A r. Rejoice ! rejoice ! for Trafalgar ! Neptune resigned dominion! The Sea-gods bowed to Nelson's star And oflfered him the Kingdom ! Seeing all his foes defeated. And his work on earth completed,. ' 70 CONSTITUTlOllAIi X^TRIST. T)i0)iebeIliQn was crushed, and the leaders rewarded Soon sat in the Council at Bagot's right hand ! And though arrogance hurled them from seats so unfitting, They still in th' Assembly make laws for the land! But if ever again they should dare to rebel, * There's not a staunch Loyalist heart but will swear, That vengeance delayed shall at length overtake ihem. And thousands shall fall for the murder of Weir ! T. Hill. n • 1 1>( 'M' -;>:■ THE MINSTREL-BOY. The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him % His father's sword he has. girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. — ** Lend of song !" said thd warrior-bas4, " Tho' all the world betrays hee\ ** One sword, at least, thy righia Ahsll guard, " OnQ faithful harp shall praise thee !" m -a The Minstrel fell ! — but the foeman't chaiA Could not bring his proud soul under .; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder ; And said, ** No chains shall sully thee, ** Thou soul of love and bravery ! *^ Thy songs were made for the pure and free " They shall never sound in slavery !" * Mofire COMSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 71 4 THE BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. Hui.r the first tn Oldbridge town, There was a grievous battle, Where many a man lay on the ground, By the cannons that did rattle : King James be pitch'd hts tents between The lines for to retire ; But King William threw his bomb*balls in, And set them all on fire. Thereat enraged, they vowed revenge, Upon King William's forces. And oft did cry vehemently, That they would stop their courses ; A bullet from the Irish came, ^ Which graz'd King William's arm, They thought hif* Majesty was slain, ., Yet it did him little harm. ! Then Duke Schomberg with friendly care. Hie King would oflen caution. To shun the spot where bullets hot. Retained their rapid motion : But William said, " he dont deserve ** The name of Faith's Defender, ** That would not venture life and limb, '■'' To make a foe surrender." , When we the Boyne began to cross. The enemy they defended : But few of our brave men were lost, So stoutly we del ended : The horse was the first that mar :hed The foot soon followed after ; But brave Duke Schomberg was no more, By venturing over the Water. o'er,' . t- 4 1 i < -■fjh'?'. 72 COIfSTlTUTIOKAL LYRfST- When vaiiant iSchomberg he was ishln^ King William he accosted His warlik(3 icen for to march on, .^ , A:.d he would be the fort most ■ " Brave boys," he aid, " b,; not tiismaj^ d ** For tht loiing cf one Ccnraandrr, '♦For God will be om King thiii day . . "And I'M b« generei under." t, ^ ';„J •i^^,* Then stoutly wd the Boyne did cross,, To j3;lve our enemies battle : Our cannons to our foes great cost, i ike thur.d'ririg claps did rattle : la aiiijtatic mien our Prince rode o'er, , , Hig myn soon followed after, ' ' ^ With blows and shouts put foes to the route^ The day we cross'd the Water. , •..•jf' The Protestants of Drogheda, Have reason to be thankful, "^ *' '^ ^' That they were not to bondage brought. They being but a handful ', First to the Tholsei they were brought. And ^ried at the Miilmount after : But brave Kirrg William set them free. By venturing over the Water. 7. T- .m The cunning French near to DuJeek, Had taken up their quarters: #ir : And fenced themselves on every side,. A waiting for new orders : But in the dead time of the night^ji > -f They set the field on fire ; < ^ -^ j^^-vij And long before the paorning light, i To Dublin they did retire. ^^ , r,- Then said King William to h Ji^Qt the French depOi'^d. t*-!^^ ^\f-'^i».- CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 73 ** I'm glad" said he, *< that none of ye { *^ Seemed to be faint hearted : *' So sheathe your swords and rest awhile, **In time we'll follow after;" Those words he uttered with a smile, The day he cross'd the Water. ^^-'r'-f^ ': in, Come let iis nil with heart and voice, -s^ ^l A| ^ laud our lives defender, Who at the Boyne his valour shew'd, ^vi'i. And made his foes surrender. To God above the praise we'll give, Both now and for ever after ; And bless the glorious Memory, [Water. Of King ^yilliam that cross'd the Boyne 5' J. m: .-i 'i Ml', : ff ;i\ X THE BUl^IAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, nor a fun'ral note, > As his corse to the ramparts we hurried. Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our Hero was buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night,^ The turf with our bay 'nets turning. By the "tru;^gling mooobeams' misty light, And our lonthorns dimly burning. Few and short were the pray'rs we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, ' But we steadfastly gaz'd on the face of the deadl: Ar-I we bitceily thought of the morrow ! ho »<:» '6S3 " ./ffiti confin'd his breast, or in sheet r or in shroud we laid him, tlut he laj' like a warrior taking his rest,. j With liis martial cloak t round him ! . - m CONSTITUTIONAL LTR18T. We thought as we heap'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, [head, That the foe and the stranser would tread o er his And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone ! • And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him. And nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep. on, In the grave where a Briton had laid him. But half our heavy task was done, When the bell toll'd the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant random gun ! Of the enemy sullenly firing ! Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame flresh and gory, We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone, But we lefl him a^one with his glory ! i''i ■; :' * SONG OF THE REGIMENTAL BANDS. Yb lads who tune the merry horn, Or rine the Mellow Bugle's peal ; f Ye by whose breath each sound iis borne H^ *•;'!;' That animates the quivering gale : "" Your Clarionets and Fifva lay down. And put your thundering Trombones by., And cheerly take your seats around And join in social harmony : l: < j<: Chorus — But shall a foe oppose our rharch, Whilst glittering tubes should rattle. We'll play to raise the soldiers hearts And cheer them in the battle ! In time of war a thrilling sound ^ ' Shall burst from ev'ry Bi lisb Band ; CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 76 Whilst lightly o'er the plains shall bound The armed glory of our land : —Now from the line shall they deploy, > ' To meet the horsemen's charge prepare ; , In vain shall they their skill employ, They ne'er oaa break our solid square ! * • But should &c. When we advance, our trumpet's blast Shall cheer the weary soldier's hearts, And as we play or slow or fast, Our tune shall guide the steady march : We'll play *^ the Scotch o'er the border came," Or how *t Britannia rules the wave ;" And spur thorn ol' to deeds of fame — The laurel wreaith or hero's grave ! But should 4&c, < »y; In time of peace we'll live at ea«e '- ^ And pledge the soul-inspirin(^ giass ; '^ The jest and song all hands shall please, And each shall toast his fav'rite Iftss ; When the sereeant his recruits shall teach We'll cheerly play on the dii ill-parade : Or ramble through the busy street With the lofty plume and gay cockade ! But should &c. ' r. Hill. THE BATTLE OF SALAMANCA. Tune— The Bay of Biscay O ! Loud roar'd the British thunder, k - \,' t' Salamanca^ cowers; A. - - .' ml 76 COKSTlTUTIOffAL LYRiaT. Freuch rinks were cut asunder, B }* 'luin's daring pow'rs ; Ti*b Fields were bath'd in blood, For Spain ond England's good : On that day thousands lay. On the field of Battle, O! •'*■' As day wa« He won in former years. He ordered beds at Brussels For all his Grenadiers. 'Twas in the worst of weather, One Sunday morn he drew. Horse, fool, and guns together. In front of Waterloo ; And while the rain was pouring He called his marshals round. And with his glass exploring, He scanned the rising ground. ^ :-if ■. i 4 i'i ?i •m" 78 COrrBTITUTIOfTAL LTAIHT* He saw that rid|6 ■urmounted With scanty lines of red, And in his heart he counted That England's might was fled ; Nor knowing Arthur s dealing Had substance more than show, Cried " Soult, those troops are stealing Away without a blow !" Soult answered, ** If you please, sir, ^ Though small their force appears, 1 rather think I see, sir. The British Grenadiers ; And if they are but now, sir. The men I knew in Spain, You'll find that rising brow, sir. An awkward place to gain." Each flatterer shrugged his sboulden, Napoleon answered, ** Pooh !" ^ Two hours they made him older, And made him wiser too ; For his troops advancing right on, To ease him of his faars. Had little pains to light on The British Grenadier*. To driv^ them from that hill, sir,^ They tried the livelong day. But where there is a will, sir, Not always Ilea a way. All parts collected round from Guns, foot, and Cuirassiers, Could gain no inch of ground ftwv The British Grenadiers. :'' . When fast the hours were wearing; Towards the close of day, « k • *>, COMSTITUTIOlfAI. LYR1»T. 7& NapoUon, not deipairing, Called out to Marahal Nev, ^* Como take of all my guard now The bravest, beat and last, And it shall sure go hard novr, But we will win the cast. And all to make your men go - ^a Mqre fiercely on the foe, Speak to them of Marengo, "Vi y\ OfLodi, and Eylaw." Then on they all came pouring In columns down the hill, "Long live the £mperor !" roaring, . ; ,< But ours were mute and still. if J And on the ground they sat them Till a voice the silence broke, Saving, ** Up now guards and at them /" Twas Arthur's self that spoke. At Brussels they were heard, sir, W^The three tremendous cheers hich started at that word, sir, From the British Grenadiers. They poured three rounds of shot, sir, With muskets levelled low, And then wound up the plot, sir, With bayonets of a row. The French cry as they ran, sir, In one another's ears, 'Twas save himself who can, sir, From the British Grenadiers. ■-:) ri fC:it ' A '.*♦ 'Twas proved without bravado, By this immortal fight, Jk uU. ,;;*: 1 C0N9TIT0TI0NAL LTRIST. To wear the hand grenado Who have a better right, ' You may search the wide world's ftory And never find his peer, Who led that day to glory - ■ The British Grenadier. C« ' ' « ^ BATTLE OF THE BALTIC. ij Of Nelson and the North, " ' !■ ^ ' Sing the glorious day's renown, '''^'' When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone ; By each gun the lighted brand, In a bold determined hand, ,,..^ .■■ ., * And a Prince of all the land i vt ,/ , Led them on. — .,:.'; ..^ , , ;/*•_ •J >. i v'^K Like leviathans afloat, "^' •' Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew vvm ; On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifled on their path, There was silence deep as death ; . And the boldest held his breath. For a time. — . ,,, ,, .,.-,, ^tr;:' ttt. -^ But the might of England flusli'd *%l To anticipate the scene j '"' ■>=- : f; i.t^ ' i' ^ CON8Tl!rUTI03fAL liTRISt. ',t;i '.*■ And her van the fleeter msh'd J*''\'*H ^^»«- '^ O'er the deadly spade betweeiii '^ """^ H earts of oak ! ' our captai» cri^d ; when ea(ih gim From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships. Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun, , .^^^ Ju-r^ul • ] Again! agaml agiiin! - ' uf\;v.i'^i^iHUi(H And the havoc (fid riot slack, ' < -, '-^^ Till a feeble cheer the Dane '. i" J*'- Ji Ji'y To our cheering sent us back; — • ',; Their shots along the deep slowly boom:— ' '*' Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shatter 'd say.; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.— ,., ,{ ., „j.,^^,, l'<'ii\ • '■■''J}' *■ ^ ',> r iyaX spoke the victor theh, As he haird th^m o'et the Wave; • Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to saVe :— iSo peace instead of death lest us bring: But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews at England's fee., And make submission meet To ouf King.'-^* V! }^v ;•>: i ^-^il .^IT *> 'fO V " ' VT, ' " 5>^y .ifW it'.' \ '. ' ■•' Then Denmark bless'd oui chief ^' ^-^^'^'^'^? ^ ^' ^^- That he gave her wounds repose ; And the sounds of joy and grief H.i -i ru.:}/^') From her people wildly rose, * ' • o;;. As death withdrew his shades frojn xh^ day. / Ntrr mt 82 CONSTITUTIONAL i4yRIST. . t ■ While tba sun look'd smiling bright .^■., um jbni-s , 0*er a v ide and woeful sight, « yj^^a 4 Where the fires of funeral light Died away. , , m I VII. >f«5.S>Wttil Oif:; V^ut Now joy Old England, raise! / <^*^ ''''*■ For tl.e tidings of thy might, .„. By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cnp shines in light; ^j^' ..i :- / And yet amidst that joy and uproar, *•!;( ;^d> hy i J-.et us think of them that sleep, n^ijijj;;.]*.^! -ji 0;-l' Full many a fathom deep, ,| "sjei ,•,>;?. ta* ■>'{ By thy wild and stormy steep, y^ , ,^i a-v^ ^ sf'' Flsinore! > .. ,t :; .;;.'M i VIIJ ill. :oiifJ||i'?lau;;7;^,.^0 Brave hearts! to Britain's pridt i:*^*- v- '^ '^'^ ' Cnce so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died ; — With the gallant good Riou ;* n Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their jgravc' / While the billows mournful rolls, \:^^(^-:i «^y -V And the mermaid's song condoles, \..l,,'', „ », 1 "., Smgmg glory to the souls ^^ ^^ ,, j^,^. ; , . , , , ;> Of the brave! ^ rtliJ^/; ••.'/, vJ THE BAtTLE OF TOULOUSL. , " Come all you British soldiers and listen to iny son, Its of a glorious victory, by the British Army won, * Captain* Riou, justly entitled the gallant and th good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his des patches. -i^'^::^if;.v.rfXh--fr:\\.y^;\'.f^h., V CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 09 Comniaiided by Lord Wellington, — oh! when we en- itiiii tered France, iiPi:,,\i:mMif%y -b^. How glorious was his plans, my boys, whene'er we , did advance. Chorus J — So with Wellington we'll go, brave boys, So with Wellbgton we'll go ; ; Lijfi •-•V? For Wellington is a valiant man, ^i^-^i And makes a gallant show. ' ;, On ApYil the tenth day, eighteen hundred and fourteen, It being Easter Sunday, I shall ne'er forget the scene, Our troops they were assembled the enemy to oppose. And to beat the French our minds were bent, at the battle of Toulouse. So with Wellington, &c. .. ,.^;;^, ., The brave old 27th my boys, the 11th by their side, And th' 61st formed the left brigade, and brave men in their pride. We marched tlurough all their shells and shot, the ene- my in sight. Wo got the word " fix bayonets," and turned them to the right. , feo witi. Wellington, &c. iSoon as the hill we carried, and turned about to see, Who should we spy advancing but their furious ca- valry. But the old brigade of Highlanders s'oon formed into ;i square. And kept them all at bay till our Dragoons were there. . ' iifXsiiSo with Wellington, &c. i /iiea, ,;i ..; Bold Britons then pursued them, like iion^t, down the field, Wo let them know that British boys were never taught to yield : ;, > ., "\ <* f-- yi'i ''i. THE DEATH OF NELSON, ^.. RECITATIVE. ..j.i.'.' 0*ER Neli^oh's tomb with silent grief oppressed, Britannia mourn'd her hero now at rest; But those bright laurels ne'er shall fade with years, Whose leaves are watered with a nation's tears. Km ■-■■l-;:^'' 'Twas in Trafalgar's bay. We saw the Frenclunen lav, , ,,, Each heart was bounding then; We scom'd the foreign yoke, .,; .4 ,, Our ships wero British oak, v -^ v .. //i Hearts of oak are our men: j;vi ^ic^-Hu^pi^^ Our Nelson marked them on the wave,ii'vir*; ^^. Three cheers our gallant seamen gave, ;>{ y^v Nor thought of hj^iQ^i or beauty. * CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 87 Along the line the gignal ran; ** England expects that every man V This day will do his duty.'* 'i^f ' \t r frV ;v n A, ^nd now the cannons roar •Along the affrighted shore, ' o. 'V; ,>i Our Nelson led the way ; .'^/t* «:« hfo His ship the Vict'ry named, Mi m-mI • Long be that Vict'ry famed, ■ i -^ii; ' For Vict'ry crowned the day ! But dearly was that conquest bought, Too well the gallant hero fought, For England, home, aaad beauty ; lie cried as 'midst the fire he ran, . ♦* England expects that eyery man This day will do his duty." -'> ^ A t last the fatal wound , « ' ' ■'■ '< i ' Which spread dismay around , ?»u ■': ^ The hero's breast received j r' ' < ** Heaven fights on our side, timmak The day's our own he cried! "; Now long enough I've lived; In honour's cause my life is past, In honour's cause I fall at last. For England, home, and beauty:" Thus ending life as he began, England confessed that every man That day had done his duty. :;i.f*.,( ^'iVi-'J i- THE HERO OF A HUNDRED FIGHTS. FiLii high the cup to him whose sword For years maintained his country's rights, The champion of Old England's fame, The hero of a hundred lights. m COmTlTVTlOKAI. L¥RISr. ■ti flow oft along the swelling wavies, *> *»t».4'* When many u welt-fought field was won^ Hatli triumph borne the self-same song Of Victory and Wellington. From east to s ^st, frmn north to south, t,. Loud peeans in his praise have lung, "■' And while there beats an English heaJrt, His glorious deeds will slill be Bung. > : The swarthy sons of Ind beheld i The tide of victory rushing on, im»|) ;'■ j And fame wel} pleased new laurels wreathfiil To bind the brows of WeUington.. When con^^^t bore Iberia down, miui'^ * He raised again the martial strain, T And bursting on the foemen, gave New life and liberty to Spain. ?' Who, for ' .4 country brave, M*'' Would iiv from her imader? *' Who, his bane life to save, - * Would, traitor-^like, degrade her ' Our hallow'd cause, * Our home and laws, ?*iJ">4r3 'Gainst tyrant power sustaining] '''J«* We'll gain a crown --^^ T" Of bright renown, •** v '? fni I' Or die — our rights mpintaining!' ' I Marcli to me, &('. .^.-.''T mY07/O 111 J I.. .; i,i,i>«|.j !<.(. A SOLDIER'S SONG, '^r :>■•!■•-> VVniLE the Rose of old England shall bloom on its stem. Or Scotland's rude Thistle shall grow, "" .., The Shamrock shall flourish united wi^h tjiem. Despite of the traitor and foe. They have conquered together and shall they be riven. Or our banner be shorn of its fame ? No ! no, while yon bright sun shall lig' us, by heaven. Our sword shall defend it from »'. ne. • Soldiers, you of Erins i.-''^, ' Be wary of the traitor's wile ■ "r ' Bare each strong artn nor trailor spare, Who shouts — ^Repeal — the traitor's there?. {^hall traitors the proud rose and rade thistle spurn, Make the shamrock the badge of Repeal, No not till the Briton from foemen ? lall turn. Or to tyrants a suppliant kneel. ; •- ■' ' '■ The foe in thf) battle for mercy may crave, •* And mercy will freely be given; Put the blood of the traitor shall reuden each glaive. As it gleams with the vengeance of heaven. . » .' Soldiers, you of, &c. ...;rM. u:.-* , it do fONSriTUTIONAL LYRIST. THE BAITLE AND THE i^UEEZE. To Britain's glorious walls of oak, ' Fill hish the patriot glass; To all who spurn oppression's yoke, Round let the goblet pass ; And lo! when Freedom's flag appears, Queen of the subject seas ; The flag that braved ten thousand years The battle and the breeze. O'er many a scene of pnrple war, From India's cocoa bowers. Has victory's banner beam'd afar, From Saragosda's towers. For least when her proud flag she rears High o'er the subject seas; , The flag that brav'd a thousand years, The battle and the breeze. ■'.»■'> V i,.). .f;i.r,: HERE'S A HEALTH, BOKNIE SCOTLAND TO THEE. Here's a health to fair Scotland, the land of the brave, Here's a health to the bold and the free. And as long as the thistle and heather shall wave, Here's a health, bonnie Scotland, to thee. Ilere's a health to the land of victorious Bruce, And the champions of liberty's cause, And may their example fresh heroes produce, i ,< ' In defence of our rights and our laws! ,,i ,t, ,.;' Here's a health, &c, , v >< 5,^ lere's a health to the land where bold Wallace unfurl'd His bright banners of conquest and fame. CONSTITUTIOrfAL LYRIST. 91 Tlie terror of focmen, the pride of the world, Long may Scotland hold dearly his name! And 9till like our fatherfl our brothers are true, And their valour with pleasure we soe, Of the wreaths that were won at r'>n« vn^d Waterloo, There's a bough of the laurel f Here's a health Here's success to l^e shamrock, '; , the rose, May they ever in harmony twine And should wily discord again interpose, Let us challenge each other in wine. For while we're united foes threaten in vi in, And their darins our fame shall increase, Till the banner of Victory o'er land and main Triumphant is waving in peace. .-(; ■>>v< i; Here's u health, &c. J .i>|^ J 'r • : . ' ^'^ ■f.'fc'' ■ !; :>'' i>f!i.:M ' ■;! ; if' ,;, ...It; hfi-i:-.* >fVM'j«^i 'lfn,.v./ ,oi, ■ >■ '.!';i„i /■; BRITISH TARS. v. British tars are hearts of oak, ^ Singing ever merrily ; ' Ev'n in fight they laugh and joke, W\i ■ Meeting danger cheerily j • » . « > Si d ^ . Yo, yo, yea; - — «. (H/v^v :^ 'i\-- '■■'' Fire away. Hearts of oak, right merrily. ; *» - ^■ And, tho' death around him fliea, , . Still the dauntless sailor cries, ■ . .^i Spunge the gups, boys, merrily^ -^ \. Ram the balls home cheerily, i; -^^ Yo, yo, yea; 'Aib-Jf^^M, ,.>^%:; Fire away, , ' ♦lu^ <' Hearts of oak, right merrily.?. >; ; • t(; IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I tajl^ |25 Itt BM 122 ■ 4.0 1 1 w ■'I Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WIST MAIN STMET WEBSTER, N.Y. 145S0 (716) 172-4303 ^ \ «j 92 COffSTITUTfOKAL LYRIST. '^.fMki^it Wrapt in clouds of thickest smoke, ti) *:' « Hear him singing merrily ; ^io i Fearless -fitill, he'll have his joke, kilt imf- BraviiM^ peril cheerily ; Ijp / ii*wh few A E'en amidet the hottest fight, mm arJi "iO Hear him singing with delight, ;; ^'Hi'^rn Spunge the guns, boys, &c. u, t.' -, ^ ■ MfiU'l'-'iV- if if! m' THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU^i) wJ JhI • '«'■ !?/ wliiiw ,'-''t Adieu, adieu, my only life, i3^» ti^fti l>aA My honor calls me from thee, ;«J|wTi:d Remember ihou'rt a soldier's wife. Those tears but ill become thef^ ; What though by duty I am call'd Where thund'ring cannons rattle, Where valor's self might stand appalled ; When on the wings of thy dear love, To heav'n above Thy fervent orisons ftre flown, i^r»»MTJtif?H * - The tender pray'r thou puttest up there. Shall call a gnardian angel down;; » v, Shall call a guardian angel down,>«iiMiA ■ i To watch me in the battle* My safety thy fair truth shall be, 3^1 As sword and buckler serving, i J* *3-(: ' ;; My life shall be more dear to me, .fe/. Because of thy preserving: 't ilfii!*?; Let peril come, let horror threat, ^{^af^jH Let thundering cannons rattle, ' i^'^t^ ^ . I fearless seek the conflict's beat; Assured when on the wings of love, To heaven above, &c. '':i COrvSTITUTIONAL LYRi8T. 9;) 1 : /i ^ri/tO 1 'till ^',A Alas! for the oak of our fathers, that stood, In its beauty the glory and pride of the wood. The oak has received its incurable woi' ' •> w • .- Guile has loosen'd the roots tho*'the heart may be sound. What the travMers at distance green flourishing see, Are the leaves of the Ivy that ruin'd the tree; DisfigurM the trunk, in its n^in is seen, A monument now what its beauty has been ; *( ' Alas! for the oak of our fathers, that stood, ''*" In its beauty the glory and pride of the wood. !'V. V>T*VJ-* Ji ADIEU! ADIEU! MY NATlVp SHORE* Adieu! adieu! my native shore 1 #* »i a : Fades o'er the waters blue; -^ ^fSf^^, •i-'i'-fefA'i^.i COMSTITUTIUMAL LTRISTJ 95^ The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar^ And shrieks the wild sea-mew. 4 «/ Yon sun that sets upon the sea, -"' "* t We follow in his flight; j- tV^ Farewell, awhile, to him and thee • / My native land — good night! U * With thee, my bark, Pll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to — . v- So not again to mine/ -^ Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves;; ' And when ye fail my sight, '^V^ > Welcome, ye deserts and ye caves-— W#l' My native land — good night! Byronl 'ST/? :vit^jift :iiP THE SOLDIER'S RETURN. Wu£N wild war*s deadly blast was biawn,r And gentle peace returning, ,. ,^,_j^;. Where mony a sweet babe fatherless, :% • And mony a widow mourning. , ,;jfj I left the lines and tented field, ;j WY Where lang I'd been a lodger. My humble knapsack a* my wealth, ., j^ >^ A puir but honest soldier. :' ■• AUl'^^tm. . .. .\^;^-.'!.;: ':■ A leal, light heart was in my breast. My hand unstain'd by plunder; And for fair Scotia, hame again, I cheery on did wander. I thought upon the banks o* Coil, 1 thought upon my Nancy, 1 thought upon the witching smile^t ,,,4^;: i,u. That caught my youthflil lancy. i^i i>|i*^^ f)6 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRlSlU" •'::%.': 'r-: , * At length I reached the bonny glen, , Where early life I sported ; 1 passed the miU and trysting thorii^ Where Nancy aft I courted: Wha BjAed I but my ain dear iliaid, Down by hdr tnimer's dwelling 1 And turned me round to hide the flood ^ That in my den \tiii swelling. mi " Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I sweet lass,^ Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom ; O happy ) happy « may he be, ,...;. That s dearest to thy bosom: mny^fi'p' My purse is lights I've far to gang, s^*'*^ , And fain would be thy lodger ; I've served my king and country long, Tak pity on a soldier! ( M' Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me, ; And lovelier was thten ever ; %^-^lie redden' d like a ro^e — Ijs^'i ^^ Syne pal6 as ony lily, f^as* wiu !^ v'^- She sank within my arins« and ^Irie^ >T!jItA Art thou my ain deaf Willie ? 'i» i - By Him who mad^ yon suft and sky^ .^i^i ^ By whom true love's regarded, - ,i*Hjifc i I am the man— and thus may still n'mtfodi, I True lovers be rewarded! », :; ?• liifr ■W^ %' CONSTITUTIONAL l.YRI8T*iH 97 The wars are o'er, and I'm come hftnie, And find thee still true-hearted; Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love, And mair — we'se ne'er be parted! Quo' she, njy grapdsire left me gowd, — '' A mailin plenish'd rarely; , . ., j ^j^^jj So come, iny faithful soldier li^d, tii>'$:' Thou'rt welcome to it de^rlv ! For gold the merchant ploughs the maia, ^f j The farmer ploughs the manor; But glory is the soldier's prize. The soldier's wealth is honbr. The brave poor soldier ne'er despise, Nor count him as a stranger; Remember, he's his country's stay In day and hour of danger. ■•#' .« i l^r, TOM HALLIARD. ]\ o w the rage of battle ended, . , And the foe for mercy call " • , f ,-. Death no more in smoke and thunder Rode upon the vengeful ball; Yet, what brave and. loyal heroes Saw the sun of morning bright Ah! condenin'd by cruel fortune. Ne'er to see the star of night. |,|v . ■*n-(- >!■ Fiom the maiu-dcck to the quarter, Strevv'd with limbs, and wet with blood, Poor Tom Hulli^rd, pale and wounded, Craw I'd where his brave captain stood, " O njy noble cuptain, tell mo, Ere fm^bonio a corpse a way, 98 CQNSTITUTrONAI. LTR»ST- Have I done a seaman's duty, - «i*#*t?jll* On this great, this glorious day i 't/' i'^ *' Tell a dying sailor truly, For my life is fleeting fast. Have I done a sailor's duty, Can they aushtmy mem'ry blast?" J, -'*^ •' Ah ! brave Tom," replied the captain,* ^- ** Thou a sailor's part hast done, . ^ _ I revere thy wounds with sorrow — ',:^!*^' Wounds by which our glory's won.'* ^ ^ '* Thanks, my captain, life is ebbing Fast from this deep wounded heart. Yet, O! grant one little favor Ere I ^om this world depart: Bid some kind and trusty sailor, When Pm number'd with the dead, For my true and constant Catherine, Cut a lock from this poor head. '* Bid him to my Cath'rine bear itf ;>! /^^^r Saying, her's alone I die: '^^'?'* , Kate will keep the mournful present,'^^ '^g'^' And enbalm it with a sigh. ' *^*^**' ^* ; Bid him, too, this letter bear her, r^^^ Which I've penn'd with parting breathy ' Kate will ponder on the writing, 4- When the hand is cold in death." ijr- " That I will," replied the captain, ''^t;A^l * ' And be ever Catherine's friend ;" ** Thanks, my good, my great commander, = Now my pains, my sorrows end." Mute towards the captain weeping, 7 Tom upraised a thankful eye; | -,*- i. '^: CONSTITUTIONAL LYKIST. (jrateful then his feet cinbracing, Sunk with ''Kate*' on his last sigh. Who, that saw a scene so mournful, Could without a tear depart ? He must own a Bavage nature, Pity never wann'd his heart Now in his white hammock shrouded, By the kind and pensive crew ; As they dropp'd him in the ocean, All sigh'd out, "Poor Tom, adieu!'* yy .■r^HVj, TOM BOWLING. Hkre, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew ; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broachM him too; .|i ^ vh His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft; ih^df' Faithfiil below ho did his duty, rn iffi'f' And now he's gone aloft. ...^,^,^,y^^- ■■ 'Vom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare; His friends were many and true-hearted. His Poll was kind and fair. And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly. Ah! nmny'fl the time, and oft! But mirth is turn'd to melancholy, > For Tom is gone aloft. Yet shall popr Tom find pleksant weather. When he who all commands, 100 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRISTt Shall give, to call life's crew together, The word to pipe all hands. Thus death, who kings and tars despatches, In vain Tom's life has doff'd, •>» For though his body's under hatches. His soul is gope aloft. — Dihdin. -I . THE POST-CAPTAIN. .V ■4\ When Steerwell heard me first impart Our brave commander's story, With ardent zeal, his youthful heart . Swell'd high for naval glory ; Resolved to gain a valiant name, l\or bold adventure eager, ^ . When first a cabin-boy on board the Fame, He would hold on the jigger, While ten jolly tars, with musical Joe, " ' Hove the anchor a-peak, singing, y6o, heave yeo. ,' , •!■ ' To hand top-gan't sails next His leam'd, With quickness, care and spirit. Whose generous master soon discern'd, And priz'd his dawning merit; lie taught Rim soon to reef and steer, '' ' When storms convuls'd the ocean, •■- , Where shoals made skilful vet'rans fear, ^^ Which mark'd him for promotion. For none to the piiOt e'er answer'd like he, [a-lee." When he gave the command, ** Hard a-port, helm For valor, skill and worth renown *d, The foe he oft defeated, And now with fame and fortune crown'd, FoHt-captain he is rated: COSfSTITUTIONAl. LTRtKT. 101 Who, should our injur *d country bleed. Still boldly he'd defend her — When blest with peace, if beauty plead, He*ll prove his heart is tender. Unaw'd yet mild, to bigh wd low, ' ')^ To poor nnd wealthy, friend or foer^ Wounded tars share bis wealth. All the fleet drink his health — Priz'd be such hearts, for aloft thev QiiMit go, Who always are ready compassion lo phow To a bruve conquer '4 foe. — Dibdin' ' ),'■' HEAVING THE LEAD. For England when, with fav'ring |{f^e Our gallant ship dp channel steer'd. And sQudding under easy sail, The high blue western land appeared ; To/beave the lead the seaman sprung. And to the pilot ohiierly sung, By the deep^JNine! And bearing up to gain the port; Some weU-lmowr. object kept in view — An abbey tow'r, a harbour fort. Or beae And bends the gallant mast, my boys, ' . fy While, like the eagld'free, \ y. Away the good ship flies, and leaves . ,.v Old England on the lee. , .^^ O for a soft and gentle wind! Mt-^M I heard a fair one cry ; "^' • -^ 'But give to me the snoring breeze, And white waves heaving high; And white ^aves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free — > ; The world of waters is our home. And merry men are we. ¥.■ , There's tempest in yon horned moon, ^'^ And lightning in yon cloud: ^>* ?tr r.-^-:-' -:;_ fONHTITUTIONAr LYRIST. 103 And hark tho inuiic, mariners. The wind ii piping loud ; The wind is piping loud, my boy a, The lightning flasnei free— While the hollow oak our palace \h, jf^ Our heritage the sea. ^ ^ .»•/ .,/»'■• ALL'S WELL.— DUET. r,nr '• •■ ■^• DkseRted by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon, » On tower, or fort, or tented ground h . ' The sentry walks his nightly round, ^a.ysff'^ • v And, should a footstep haply stray \i tO •Where caution marks the guardccl way, ^ * Who goes there ? Stranger, quickly tell!* 'A FriendV * The word!' *Good night!' 'AU'sj well!' ■>H' u O Or sailing on the midnight deep, While weary mess-mutes soundly sleep. The careful watch patrols the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck: And while his thoughts oft homeward veer, Some well-known voice salutes his ear: * What cheer, ho! — brother, quickly tell! Above— below.'— 'Good night!' ^ All's well!' « vf^f^ ^- ■ .Sv^n^iriiifC THE PILOT. ■ -'.i While lightnings pierce the pitchy sky. And o'er the ocean's bosom fly, While roaring waves each other whelm, The hardy pUot takes the helm. ;« i^'i'fM'*,'',' 104 t6'HH*ri'V'jrttJSAt LYRIST. % i'>i., He putH to «e&, resolved to savej *^^ ' A. . Or perish in the briily Wave. /••f The signal of distreiss he hears, If *^ And to the foundering; vessel steers, He loudly hails the e^austed crew, Who, cheered by him, their toils renew, .\nd bless the pilot come to save, Or perish in the br'iy wave. They work the pamp with double force. He calmly points the helmsman's course^ Ilia steady orders all obey— And now the vessel ott her way,* * " ft S. i.j Pursues, the pildt bent to ^ve, -'^, */^W^ • ^■ Or perish in the briny wave. '«i'^*^' ^"^^ r With aniuotts care her course they keepj, * She struggles through the angry deep ; In smoomer water soon she saua, The crew Auzza, then warmly hails ^g The hard^ pilot, bent to save. Or perish in the briny wave. •^ >*^!W Xbiiy flu- THE HLOT. -'--••"'^y^- 'i/pii/- Oh, Pilot! 'tis a fearful night. There's danger on the deep, I'll come and pace the deck with thee, I do not dare to sleep. Go dowh> the Sailor oried, go down. This is no ploee for thee ; n : P Fear not! but trust in Providence, ' !'#/ Wherever thou may*st be. ri .) -i CONSTITUTIONAL LTRMT. 105 ^ ;r Ah! Pilot dangeni often met, " • •' -^^ * We all are »pt to slight, ' ^ And thou hast known these raging waves But to subdue their might: It is not apathy he cried That gives this strength to me ; Fear not! but trust in Providence, . Wtiatever then may'st be. 'fj On such a night, the sea engulphM My father's lifeless form; My oply brother's boat went down In just so wild a sto*"™ ; And such, perhaps, may be thy fate, But still I say to thee, Fear not but trust in Providence, ^' Wherever thou may *8t be. T'", ■*■'? AS SLOW OUR SHIP. As slow our ship her foamy track, Against the wind wns cleaving. Her trembling pennant still looked back To that dear isle 'twas leaving. So loth we part from all we love, From all the links that bind us; .. So turn our hearts where'er we rove, To those we've left behind us. When round the bowl of vanished years We talk, with joyous seeming. With smiles, that might as well be tears, So faint, so sad their beaming; While mem'ry brings us back again ' £ach early tie that twined us; 106 COWSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. Oh! sweet's the cup that circles then, f To those we've left behind us. , ,. And when in other climes we meet f| Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flowery, wild and sweet. And nought but love is wanting; We think how great had been our bliss, If heaven had but assigned us To live and die, in scenes like this,^ r^Q With some we've left behind us. ji.. As trav'llers oft look back at eve, When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave "^ Still faint behind them glowing: So, when the close of pleasure's day To gloom hath near consigned us, We turn to catch one fading ray I^Of joy that's left behind us. t.t ■^' THE SEA! THE SEA! \*: The sea! the sea! the open, open sea! "^^ "J ' The blue, the fresh, the ever free: *^ ' Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round ; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies. Or like a cradled creature lies. * "^ ■ ' rr Tm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, , *^' And silence wheresoe'er I go. 4 if a storm should come, and awake the deep, Whftt matter ? what matter ? I shall ride and sleep. ■ »:«tf.-. -L-* « • Jr CONiJ#lTUTIOi4AL LtRlit.^ 107 I love, oh! Tibw t love to'glfde * , . On the fierce, the foaming, bursting tide, 'f'*;*' * When every mad wave drowns the mooaj^x'f 7 Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, '^^^ ^5,^» s**'^ ^^^i And tells how goeth the world below, , , ^ And why the south-west blast doth blow. * I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I lovjBd the great sea more and more. And backward flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was born on the open sea. V ':-']!> ' The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; fi ^ The whale it whistled, the porpoise roll'd, And the dolphins bared their' backs of gold. And never was heard such an outcry wild j^f As welcomed to life the ocean child, c ^i. ,< ,|V/ I have lived since then in calm and strife, Full fifty summers, a rover's life. With wealth to spend, and power to range, But never have sighed or sought for change ; And Death, whenever he comes to me. Shall come on the wild imbounded sea. ISLE OF BEAUTY, FARE THEE WELL, Shades of evening, close not oVr us. ?i'''M i %■■ Ltave our lonely bark awhile; -. ' u-h' ' Morn, alas! will not restore us - r^; :» i > Vondor dim and distant isle, .■J:>y;^-^ cMd ms CONSTITUTIONAL LVRIST. .*•,;•' Still my fancy can discover ' Sunny spots, where friends may dwaU ; Darker shadows round us hover — Isle of beauty, fare thee well! 'Tis th6 hour when happy laces Smile around the taper's light, Who will fill our vacant places ? Who will sing our songs to«night ? Through the mist that floats around us, >,\ ' Faintly sounds the vesper bell, ^ii-r Like a voice of those who love us, < >> Breathing fondly, ** fare thee well!*' hpf r i A', When the waves are round me breaking. As I pace the deck along, *• f And my eyes in vain are seeking • Some green leaf to rest upon; What would I not give to wander ' Where my old companions dwell! • ^ - . Absence makes the heart grow fonder — Isle of beauty, fare thee well! , ., -V h::v( ' rf^l ,'5- K •- ( ' ••f>\rf^ ENGLAND! DEAR ENGLAND! •.■i^> I HAVE sailed from my home, o'er the far-rolling ^main. To the valleys of France, to the mountains of Spain, To the clime of fair Italy clad in the vest That young Beauty throws o'er the bowers of her rest. I have traversed the lovely Arabian vales. Inhaled the soft breath of their sweet-scented gales, I have seen the fair islands of Greece as they lay, Lilte §ems that were .cast by main's folly away, • ; .M ^■...,. ■■'.•>!■ COlVSTltOTIONAL LYRlS'f. 109 Bat I turned, as the magnet still turns to the pole, ^^\ To dear happy England the land of my soul! I have roamed through the wide-spreading forests that wave O'er the land of the west, o'er the freeman and slave, By the deep-swelling lakes and wide rivers that flow. In the pride of their grandeur, Unequalled below. Oh, England! dear England the land of the brave, Thou jewel set round with the pearls of the wave, TJiy sons and thy daughters have been, and will be. The noblest, the fairest, the greatest, the free! ' '"^ Ever true, as the magnet still turns to the pole, , I turn to dear England, the land of my soul! ^^'' !, f*"*--'^?-; » . y^^^ THE GOOD OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN. I'll, sing you a good old song, that was made by, a good old pate, • , : ■ x- Of a fine old English gentleman who had an old estate. And who kept up his old mansion at a bountiful old rate. With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate. Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden -^- time. ',-vK^' ■ \"y ^^'\ : .'^r.'>n: I ■■■' : ■■.,■. . ^::r->.\ ■" •■.\-' *> ." ' ■ His hall so old wa^ hung about with pikes, guns, and bows. And swords, and good old bucklers, which had stood some tough old blows; , - « v. 'Twas there * His Worship' sat in state', in doublet and trunk hose. And quaffed liis cup of good old sack to comfort his old nose. Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the oldan time. • ■ .^f- ' -;-. -:'••- r ;ir i.t no CONtsTlTUTIOKAIi LTRIST. His custom was, when Christinas came, to, bid hi;^ friends repair, ,^^/l,'j To his old hall, where feast and ball for them he did prepare! And, though tlie rich he entertained, he ne'er forgot the poor, -^ . . ■-fV^-,. Nor was the houseless wanderer e'er driven from tho door Of this good old Engiish gentleman, one of the olden time. Yet all at length, niust bend to Fate ! so» liikc th'e ebbing tide, Declining gently to the Insi, this fine old man he died; The widows' an4 the orphans' tears bedewed his cold grave's side, t.y .^ ^r" "> And where's the scutcheon that can show so much tho worth and pride : Of a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden ,, time. But times and seasons though they change, and cus- toms pass away. Yet English hands and English hearts will prove old England's sway ; And, though our coffers mayn't be filled as they were wont of yore, :, , We still have hands to fight, if need, and hearts to help the poor, » Jiike the good old English gentlemen, all of thd ? olden time. ' ' :. . ^ y . ^ '/- ., ; HOME SWEET HOME. ^ ^¥4 j,. 'MiMST pleasures and palaces though we may roaJi). IJe it ever so humble therns no place like home; C0NST1TUTI0^AL LYRIST. Ill A charm, from the skies seems to hallow us there Which seek through the wide world's ne'er met with elsewhere. Chorus — Home, Home, Sweet, Sweet Home, There's no place like Home ! — there's sv HO place like Home ! The poor sailor boys as on billows they roam. Oft sigh for the cottage they left far at home, — The sweet village bells which ringeth so gay, .^nd the lasses they court are far, far away. 'Home, Home, &c, *;?ii * '«, > In exile from home splendour dazzles in vain, Oh I give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; With the birds singing gaily that come at my call, — (jivc me them with peace of mind, which is dearer than all. . r Home, Home, &c. - ' , r. :,f :^ ■. Y,j.»rti; iy/i^j I was courted by a young man who led me astray From the cot of my childhood he drew me away ; But now he hath left me in sorrow to roam. Far, far ^om my parents and far from my Home. r ' . ; Home, Home, &c. I rose with the lark in the morning of spring, And all day at my wheel I wou/d merrily sing; At eve 'mong the broom in the valley I'd roam, With the false-hearted youth who seduced me home. • I Homo, Home. &c. ■'■■ '!■'■■. 'V from 'i*'-iv 'i, ^^- US C0W8TITUTI0NAL LYKI9T. Farewell peacefttJ cottage, farewell happy home, For ever I'm doom'd a poor exile to roam; But this aching heart must be laid in the tomb, Ere it can forcet the endearments of home. Home, Home, 4&C. AULD LANG SYNE. ■'ffi^ Ail . Should auld acquaintance be forgot, '\!?ti}.^'/. And never brought to min* ? f* Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? Chorus — For auld lang syne, my dear^ '■— For auld lang ay ne, '■ We*ll tak' a cup o' kindness ye4 For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the go wans fine; ,- But we've wander'd mouy a weary foot. Sin' auld lang syne. , For auld, «SU;. ' We twa hae paidlet i' the burn, ^: '7>{; iii* - ' Fra momin (»un till dine: ^im/Aoh But seas between us braid hae roar'd, ^j- ■.■..;'" Sin' auld lang syne. For auld, &c. ,, / v - . And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, : |l' i,,?/ Andgie's a hand o' thine: -'h ^A And we'll tak' a right gude willie-wawght ^! For auUl lang syne. For aiiid, &(•. , \. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 113 Apt"' ■ ■ .■•n- t>rV} 'V»f| :h,!l .!, ■(-• : Vv,i.-. ^:r Vtkt 'Ui:: f y. And surely ye Ml be your pint stowp And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak* a cup o' kindness yet, For avid lang syne. For auld, &c. ^ THE SAILOR'S GRAVE. ''fits.;:'"*'' There is, in the lone, lone sea, A spot, nnmurlied, but holy; For there the gallant and the free On his ocean-bed lies lowly. I ^'' ^ Down, down, beneath the deep, * That oft in triumph bore him. He sleeps a sound and peaceful slepp, With the salt waves dashing o'er him. He sleeps, he sleeps, serene and safe, From tempest and from billow, Where storms, that high above him chafe. Scarce rock his peaceful pillow. The sea and him in death, They did not dare to sever ; It was his home when he had breatli — 'Tis now his home for ever. ^ ^ . Sleep on thou mighty dead; A glorious tomb they've found thee: iiD^i 1 ^? The broad blue sky above thee spread. The boundless ocean 'round thee. No vulgar foot treads here. No hand profane shall move thee ; But gallant hearts shall proudly steer, And warriors shout above thee. . 8 m- ■ .ft- ^,'-f-it, f'i.ti.^ ■ ■?• ^»; 114 CONITITUTfONAL LTRIST. And tko' no atone may tell Thy name, thy worth, thy glory, They rest in hearts that loved thee well. And they grace Britannia's story ^ THE CHINA SEAS. Air — The Poacher. Cheer op my jolly British tars,. And make the echoes ring. And pass the old tin can about. For glorious news I bring; Vm just come from a man-of-war, That stems both tide and breeze, — Our thunders roll'd as we earned our goldii! Away in the China Seas. 4. iiJA^^ I' ■>'i.> T '.j5^ The tawny chaps out there be called The children of the Sun! f I Although the lubbers don't know how To sponge or fire a gun! Their ships are junks, their marlinspikes We'd break across our knees, — ; j;. -* Lor, how we laughed to see their craft— n Away in the China Seas! Y *' What lingo too! why there they call ,, ., ; :n Their Generals * Mandarins! ti; uflij A Their towns are ' Yangs,' or * Kangs,* or * Sbangs,' Or * Nins,' or * Chms,' or * Kins,'— Or « Choos,' or * Poos,' or * Zoos,' or ' Foo'a»' Or * Lees,' or * Zees,' or * Kees,* ./; > And I'll be blowed if a word I knowed,ii? ? ij?|^. Away in the China Seas .4 ■' CONSTITUTIOIfAL LTRIST. 115 Their Emperor must feel mighty big, For 'twas not long ago. He made our proud Ambassador Kneel down and kiss his toe ; But b *t my eyes had I been he If I'd gone on my knees, — But then no tar or man-of-war Sailed on the China Seas. T '. Iff' ,;^,//, »w..* ■■*. *tiSt 1 1 )Vl This tyrant stopM the opium trade, But found it was no joke ; We paid him off with British ^rc, Because he would not smoke; His brittle china-ware we smashed, As easy as you'd please, Till he wept to spy our flag so high Sweep o er the China Seas. We captured Canton and Hong Kong, Chusan, Amoy, Chapoo; And Pottinger he was the boy To batter Chin-Keang-foo ; f But when we threatened Nankin too. We made them with all ease, Their millions pay our hands to ^tay, Away in the China Seas. , ^Mk :ji i' hi U ^h i 5»:K!!'i3!\l'. So now I'll spend a purse of gold With Sue and sister Poll ; But though I mean to enjoy myself I'll heed my country's call; And should these Maindarins again Refuse to send us teaSf '^ Ouce more I'll go and face the foe - Away in the China Seas. '^ .„^^i. ...:■> r. Hill. .,::;^/.-v;^v-: ■/.),„ 116 CONBTlTUTIOIfAL LTRIIT. YO HEAVE no. v. T My name d'ye see's Tom Tough, Tve seen a little service Where mishty billows roll and loud tempests blow ; I have sail d with valiant Howe, Tve saii'd with noble Jervia, And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've snng out yo heave ho! Yet more shall ye be knowing, I was cockswain to Boscawen, i And even with bravo Hawke I've nobly faced the foe, Then put round the grog, < , So we ve that and our prog, We'll laugh in care's face, and smg yo heave ho. Hh . When from my love to part I first weigh'd anchor. And she was snivelling seen on the beach below, I'd like to cotch my eyes snivelling too, d'ye see to thank her But I brousht my sorrows up with a yo heave ho; I or sailors though they have their jokes. They love and feel like other folks, But their duty to neglect must not come for to go ; So I seized the capstan bar, Like a true honest tar. And in spite of tears and sighs sung yo heave lio. But the worst on't was that time, wfs.D. thf little ones were sickly. And if they'd live or die, the doctu;* cliJ noi know; The word was gov'd to weigh so sudden and so quickly, I thought my heart would break as I sung yo heave ho. For Poll's so like her mother: And as for Jack, her brother, Th mission /■ * I^or again the anchor weigh with a ^o hea^e ho. So I smoke my pipe and sing old songs, For my boy snail avenge my wrongs, And my girl shall breed young sailors who will nobly face the foe Then to country and king, Fate no dancer can bring. While the tars of old England sing out yo heave ho. /h \t:i0* i'.r THE TAR FOR ALL WEATHERS. r.H We Tars are all for fun and glee, — A Hornpipe was my notion — Time Was Td dance with any he Who sailed the salt-sea ocean; rd tip the * roll,* the * slide,' the « reel,' * Back' * forward' — * up the middle,' And ' roast the pig,' and * toe and heel,' All going with the fiddle ! But one day call'd a shot to ram, ■ ^'' To check the foe advancing, A splinter cleared my larboard gam^ , And demme spoil'd my dancing! .,/' !?-.•, ■I. 1 :(^ Now I'm, said I, no churlish elf, — W^e messmates be all brothers — tl.' !•■■ im CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. What though I can't have fun myself, I may make fun for others; So a fiddle soon I made, my own, For girls and tars to caper, ~ Learnt * Rule Britannia,* * Bob and Joan'- Soon grow'd a decent scraper. But just as I the knack on't got. And did it pretty middling, I lost my elbow by a shot. And demme spoil'd my fiddling! m Now sometimes as I turned my quid, I got a knack of thinking As I should be an invalid. So then I tbbk to drinking; One day calPd down a gun to man And tip it with the gravy, I gave three cheers and took a can To drink the British Navy; But ere that I one drop on't sip'd, ' Or got it to my muzzle, A cartridge off my daddle whipp'd. And demme spoird my guzzle! So then I took to taking snuff. Cause how my sorrows doubled. And pretty pastime 'twas enough, DVe see, whek I was troubled ; But fortune, that mischievous elf. Still at some freak or other — N^t that I minded for myself, But just for Poll and Mother! — One day when lying on a tack To keep two spanking foes off, • A broadside came, capsizes Jack, And demme knock'd my nose ofFl *^'-' ,*/-«■ ■*' CONSTITUTIOMAL LYRIST. m "So in iniitfortttiie's school grown tough 'Bout this same sort of knowledge, Thinking as how I'd had enough, They've sent me here to College;* So here I tell old tples, and smoke, And laugh while I am drinkipg, — Old Tars you know will have their joke« E'en though the ship be sinking; But while I nave my grog to drink My Country and m^ Queen in, V 'Twill be po easy thug I think, Demme, to spoil my singing. THE SCDIERS DREAM. \ OfjR bugles sang truce— for the night-cloud had low- er'd. And the sen^el stars set their watdh in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd. The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that nisht on my pallet of straw, B V the wolf-scaring faggot that yarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw. And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array. Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track: ^Twas Autumn, — and sunshine rrose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning marcl^, when my bosom was young ; ^ Greenwich Hospital. , ^M-'^i'd':. 120 GONSTITDTIONAL LYKIST. I heard my own monntain-gdats bleating aloft, [sang. And knew the sweet strain that the com-reaperiit Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay; — But sorrow returned with the dawning of mom. And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. Campbell. . •iff h MM'iij A SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE. Whate'er my fate — ^where'er I roam — • '* ' By sorrow still oppressed, I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home ^ v That gave the wanderer rest. ^i^it: iMssi^W Then ever rove life's sunny banks, oili r«S By sweetest flowerets strewed, ' - *n[i .!/. Still may you claim a coldier'a thanks— hi0::. A soldier's gratitude. The tender sigh, the balmy tear. That meek-eyed pity gave, My last expiring hour shall cheer. And bless the wanderer's grave. Then ever rove life's sunny banks, ' By sweetest flowrets strewed. Still may you claim a soldier's thanks — A soldiers gratitude. , V^ iAm;,. CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 121 THE THISTLE OF SCOTIA. LsT the lily of France in luxuriance bloom» Let the shamrock of Erin its beauty maintain. Let the rose of fair England still wail its perfume, But the thistle of Scotia will dearest remain. CHORUS. To Scotia her thistle, her broad waving thistle, The evergreen thistle will dearest remain. 'Twas the bad^e that our fathers triumphantly wore. When they mllowed their sovereigns to th' field nor in vain. The emblem our Wallace in battle aye bore; Then the thistle of Scotland must dearest remain. To Scotia hjsr thistle, &c. It blooms on our mountains, it blooms m the vale. It blooms in the winter, in snow, and in rain; The type of her sons when rude seasons assail — To Scotia her thistle will dearest remain, 1*0 Scotia her thistle. Sic. CAL^PONIA! NATIVE LAND. Native land Pll love thee ever — Let me raise the welcome strain — Mine were banished feet that never Hoped to press thy turf again. Now these eyes, illumed with gladness, As they scanned thy beauties o'er. Ne'er again shall melt in sadness. Parting to return no more. Caledonia! native land! Native land! I'll love thee ever. 192 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. Native land! tho* fate may banish » And command me far to part, Never can thy memory vanish From this glowing, grateful heart! Let an Indian solstice bum me, Or the snows of Norway chill, Hither still, my heart, I turn thee — Here, my country, thou art atilL Caledonia! native land! Native land Pli love thee ever. ii-i. THE BACKWOODSMAN. • A I R — Langsyne. Come all ye children of the soil. And ye from foreign lands, Who hither came to seek a home. And join our fearless bands. CHORUS. We'll make the woods, the streams, the lakes, Contribute to our joy. — Still nature's child in freedom wild Shall range each Bluenose boy ! We stem the current, skim the Lake, And roam the Forest through; ^ Or down the foaming rapids ^ide. In th' frolicsome canoe. We'll make the woods, &c. 6^.' ■y Our axes, felling giant trees, Throws open many a scene ; And where dark forests lately frowned* Green lields now intervene. We'll make the woods, &c. CONSTITUTIONAL LIHIST. 123 When winter spreads her milk-white robe, And Boreas shoots his dart. Our jingling sleigh-bellp* merry peal Shall cheer each honest heart. We'll make the woods, &c. And then with snow-shoes, dog and gun. Divested of all fear. We'll ramble o'er each vale and hill, And chase the timid deer. _ . We'll make the woods, &c. What native then would change his home, For other lands more fair ! What emigrant would come to this, If he was happier there! We'll make the woods, &c. — T. Hill. ISLE OF THE WEST. Farewell to thee Erin, my own beloved Isk, Where Truth, Love and Virtue in all seasons smile ; Where'er I may wander, the land I love best Is my own belov'd Ireland bright Isle of llie West! Thy valleys are fertile as valleys can be, A garden of beauty, wall'd round by the sea; As the fav'rite of jfleav'n, thou art surely caress'd. And the darling of Nature, fair Isle of the West The clouds that hang o'er thee shall soon disappear, And bright eyes shall welcome an advent so dear; While brave sons defend thee, with true hearts pos- sess 'd. All lands shall befriend the, Sweet Isle of the West ! £14 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. When death shall draw near mt^j as sure be will come» 1*11 smile at the summons that beckons me home, If at last from my cares and my troubles I rest. In repose on thy bosom, dear Isle of the West! WAKE, ROY AL' MAltoEN. Wake, loyal maiden, from thy sbft repose. As Zephyr awakes Ijie unfolding rose; Sd we, like the bards of the olden day, .Would greet thee with music and Qiinstrel lay. Qh, fear not our numbers shall break on your slumbers. To sing of the graces that smiled on thy birth; There fragrantly breathings the flowers we are wreath- ing Shall emblem thy virtues, and garland thy worth. Like a vision-wrapt suge Fame pierces the gloom Of Time's distant page, Which thy deeds shall illume. And though years may pass ere the tablet of fame, .^ Shall be bright with the records that blazon thy name ; Yet Britxmma prophetic belolds the proud day, - ^^ When the sceptre of freedom Victoria shall sway. The visioiys bright ns her own natal day — Awake, Rose of England! and smile on our lay! ^ VICTORIA, THE QUEEN OF THE BRAVE. While man to the health of his mistress fills up. With nectar, his deep Bacchanalian cup,, ' Though women scarce moistens her lip, yet I ween. With as loyal a heart drinks a health to the Queen. /CONSTITUTIONAL LTAI9T. 135 To the Ctaeen of the brave, to the Queen of the wave, To the Q,ueen whom the proudest would perish to save. Here's a health that will hallow the wine as it flows To the Qneen of the Shamrock, the Thistle, and Rose. VICTORIA, THE aUEEN. All. hail to the queen of the fair and the brave. Let the bold song of joy reach the skies. Bright, bright o'er the foam of her own subject wave See the star of Victoria arise! Young Queen of the ocean, prophetic our fire, To hail thee the greatest we've seen — Hark! the thundering strain of the old sea-god's choir. To welcome Victoria the Queen I May years full of honour and loyalty's love Be thine, in thy place of renown: To say that we honour thee means not enough, For Britons all honour the crown ; But the crown that encircles young beauty's fair brow, With fonder devotion is seen. And chivalry sheds its romance o'er the vow W^e pledge to Victoria the Queen. JLiOng, long, royal maid, may the olive entwine With the laurels that circle thy crown, But if war should arouse the old lion again, 'Twill be to increase thy renown: To battle while rushing, each heart would beat high To triumph, as wont we have been, Propitious to conquest our bold battle cry, — Victoria, for England's fair Queen! 126 CONSTITDTIOIfAL LTRI8T. JOHN BUI.L. Whilst some of our ancients are lavish in praise, And boast what great characters brighten'd their days, 1*11 swff of a man not unnoticed by fame, That will rival them all, and John Bull is his name. His pasture, brave fellow! 'tis liberty's field. Fenced round by religion's impregnable shield ; Of conscience and rights he's so mlly aware, That his motto most strike you, it's touch them who dare. His patience and power hath often been try'd, The first is his honour the last is his pride ; Yet so generous his natifre all injury he scorns. But woe to the man that dares play with his horna. Constitution his collar, just law his gold chain. Which by magic elastic extends o'er the main, '^ ' Where grand Ampitheatre of wood his dread roar, ;^ Spread terror or stillness on every shore. ' So now brother Britons Ist's cheerfully sing ^' Long life to John Bull and his keeper our Q,ueen, Not forgetting the good lady old England their mother. For I'm sure the whole world can't produce such an- other. 'TIS BRITANNIA WHOSE BANNER WAVES OVER THE WORLD. Oh talk' not of Italy's bright, azure sky. That imparts such voluptuous love to the eye; CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 127 Nor yet of the shore where ita jewels are bright, Where diamonds enrich the sweet lustre of night. It is not a beauty made bright by desire, And ripened by climate's intemperate fire; Nor is it the land where the jewels are best, That my heart would select as the home of its re^t. Oh no!— there's a land that my soul holds more fair, Where freedom enlivens and gladdens the air; The loves of whose daughters are heartfelt and pare, As the swords of her sons are avenging and sure! There's a spot in that land — oh ! I would not resign, If earth's richest treasures were offered as mine; — For dear to my heart is that spot, — as the fame That imperishing beams round my country's name ! And where is that country ? go ask of the wind. It has waited her name to the Pole aad the Ind; From the tempest this answer will quickly be hurl'd, 'Tis Britannia, whose banner waves over the world. OLD ENGLAND, HER ALTARS AND THRONE. Tho' radical knaves strive to raise up a storm. And to blast Britain's peace with their howl of reform. Her sons the leal-hearted, around her will stand. To guard from destruction their lov'd native land. And those sons are True Blue, to the world be it known. Who will always be ready, To their duty be steady. To fight for old England, her altars and throne^ V 136 C0If8TlTUTI05AL LTR18T. To defend what our fathers be<}ueath'd we're array d: And whoe'er be our foes we will ne'er be dismay 'd: For Albion, who rules wheresoever the waves foam. Shall never be conquered by traitors at home. For her sons, the True Blues, to the world be it known. Will always be ready. To their duty be steady, To fight for old England, her altars and throne. Ere 'tis long we will shew to each disloyal knave, Who, for base selfish ends, would his country siifilave, Tho' of Freedom he prates, he's a foe to the cause, Who would wound Britain's Fame, Constitution and Laws. ^ For her soni- the True Blue, to the world be it known, Will always be ready, To their duty be steady. To fight for old England, hor altars and throne. The hirelings of faction we spurn aiid d'lspise. With their atheist creeds and their radical lies: And in spite of their plot and poor pitiful wiles, Britannia shall still ruin proud Q,ueen of the Isles. For her sons the True Blue, to the world be it known. Will always be ready. To their duty be steady, To fight for old England, her altars and throne. '-V-fif VIR- TUE RALLYING CALL. The foes of our country are gathering round, Her faith and her freedom to fling to the ground ; They are strong to destroy, and their democrat rage Her church, crown, and peerage alone can assuage. CONMTITUTIOWAL LYRIST. 139 Up Britons, arouse ye! the call has gone forth To muster your clans from the South to the North; Then haste to the beacon, with patriot zeal, And rally your strength 'gainst the treasons of Peel. The hour is approaching when monarchy's sway, If the traitor succeed, shall be frittered away, And the church of our fathers, the old hallow'd pile. Be condemned by the godless to cease from our isle. Oh! strike for the freedom which Hampden secured, For the faith for which Ridley the fagot endured. With the nobles, who dauntless your ancestors freed. In the cause of the Barons of fair Runnymede. In brave Roder/s name rear the standard on high, Let it wave in the breeze-r-let it float in the sky ; Dishonour ne'er sullied that standard in war. And never shall traitors its purity mart Ve Senators, haste to the scene of the strife, Britain struggles for freedom — she struggles for life; Bid her troubles be ended — her sorrows rejoice. And restore to your Monarch the man of our choice. Be your pleasures forsaken, your comforts foregone, Your affections are due to your country alone ; 'Tis the land of your fathers that calls you to save — 'Tis the home of the free — 'tis the Queen of the wave. ALL HAIL TO SAINT GEORGE. Tone — "When Vulcan forged the Bolts of Jove.'' All hail to St. George! whose guardian hand Protects fair Albion's Isle; .-,,,. 9 ^- . 130 COMITIT^TIONAL LYHIST^ All hail great champion ol' our land' For ever on as smile. And may we Britons ever pay The dae respect to thifi our day. Which is devoted to thy name, * Long as oar country lives in faiiii?. Long may the land which gave um hirth. Be empress of the main ! May she ne'er feel the sense of death, But ever blest remain. And when, if ever 'tis her fate, To see invasion at her gate. May all her sons with sword and dart, Soon pierce the Dragon to the heart. Long may we all our Laws revere, And every right maintain: May civil discord ne'er appear Our beauteous soil to stain, t But may we all like brothers feel Each others woes, each others weal;. And share the bounty we possess, With all our kindred in distress- May the fair spot in which we^live, (Tho* west th' Atlantic's sea,) Share in the blessings thou may'st give. And all its sons be free. May George and Patrick hand in hand, Be scarce distinguished in the land! And long a ; tuirth reroains entire, May they both feel the same desire. Long may our Queek the sceptre wield, And we respect her sway,: ^ COrflTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 131 May honour round her temples yield Her never fading buy. And long as life to her is given. May blessings shower on her from heaven: And we her faithful subjects prove In Valour, Loyalty, and Love. HERE'S A HEALTH TO MERRY ENGLAND. Herf/» u health to merry England, who conquers to save, Here's a health to our Monarch and Laws, Here's a health to the miehty, the mighty and brave, Who fought and have bled in her cause; " Long may she flourish so free, Defiance long hurl on her foes, Exists there, the Briton a traitor would be, « Nor die for the Lion and Rose ! CHORUS. Huzza ! huzza ! to the Lion and the Rose, No Briton exists but would fight for his land, And die for the Lion and Rose. Here's a health to the Army, our bulwarks of oak, Here'rt a health to our Tars on the main, • To Europe, in terror they oflen have spoke, And conquer'd again and again ; Here's a health to the Church and the Q,uecn, Here's a health to our Commons and Lords, May the brave never shrink from the grasp of the sword, In defence of the Lion and Rose. Huzza! huzza! to the Lion and the Rose! Encircl'd by glory, how lasting his fame, Who falls tor the Lion and Rose. ^4. ^ ;, 132 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST* THE ARMY AND NAVY FOR EVER. Tune—" The Duchesi », »» Let sailors and soldiers unite in one cause, w . Bound together by honour and loyalty's band, Both fight for old England, and cherish her cause, And give to the dueen each his heart and his hand. < In this phalanx unite, Like Lions we'll fight, While no private fends our interests dissever; But this be our boast, , ' ' And our ultimate toast, 'ii •..+ :! Here's the Army and Navy of Britain for ever! ■i» The sailor who ploughs on the watery main, >>ti'r To war, and to danger, and shipwrreck a brother, And the soldier, who nrmly stands out the campaign, J)o they fight for two men who make war on eacli other ? Oh! no, 'tis well known. The same royal throne, Fires their bosoms with ardour and noble endeavour ; And that each with his lass, ^V As he drinks a,fall glass, « , Toasts the Army and Navy of Britain for ever! ^■;^ v,>f/.:i-^^;^p-, The cause is but one, and they both can unite, ;' Needs no other example than this to be seen ; Who is bolder in danger, experter in fight. Than the maratine soldier — the honest marine ? He pulls and he hauls, 'i , ^ ' He fights till he falls. And from fore-tack or musket he never will waver. But when the fray's o'er, With his Dollv on shore, -ii^rr'^iiimJ Drinks the Array and Navy of Britain for ever! CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 133 What matters it who hraves the glebe or t\ik surge ? Yet if there's a contest about either station, Let that stimulant, glory, and loyaltv, urge. Who will stand the most firm to the Queen and the nation; j^,,^,, ,, ..^ While thus we agree, •;,„,.,, Let's fight and be free ; ' — Shall Britons 'gainst Britons draw daggers ? Oh never! Make the Sans Culotte's rf^; .■; And let fame rend the sky, With the Army and Navy of Britain for ever! ■•'^ ';^r:'J«''-? ' ' HYMN, '-r: ^ For the InBtallaiion of an Orange Lodge. ■,w. : y.'i iiir- Aiii—Vesper Hymn. " '^^ ^ Father! hear our prayers ascending; Lo ! we lift our hearts above ; , , - *'• ; b May thy grace on us descending * j ' ' Bind us in fraternal love. Chorus — Bless, O bless our Installation, , ' ' And protect each Orange Band. ^ s Spread our brotherhood through the nation, Till it renovates the land. May thy guiding-star shine brightly On the Master at our head; And illuminate us nightly, — Both the leader and the led. , i. Bless, O bless, &c. ■ ^ ■ .„>,' - jj • We unite in peace in quiet — ^ We unite in Britain's cause ;~- 134 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. :^:i 't :'Jj^ ■•:'?,:!?" . * ' Never will we mix in riot, But revere and guard the laws. / ': .*i H-f Bles|, O bless, &c. (^^ , ■;; But should foes delight in fighting, And rebelling take the field ; ,/''>* Then shall Orangemen, uniting,' ' *■' Teach the|p Britons ne'er shall yield. '- Bless, O Bless, &c. T.Hill. ■ i\k ■^ 'bx' uli}. i",.*^ "V n-i : i/.'-: v:;. That King William crossed the Boyne- ,,.That the bigot's reign this day was closed When William cross'd the Boyne. John, i.*'b 'Twas on the walls of Derry , /^ The prentice boys did bleed, f^ ;':^ When ** No Surrender" was their cry ' And Walker did them lead. But William Prince of Orange came. And soon broke through their lines, And he stood The iron flood When his army cross'd the Boyne — If CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 135 When he gallantly led on the van To vict'ry o'er the Boyne. a- Cheer up, our cause is gaining, fevt).! 1^ hii^'^,; Lo, Ulster takes the van ! Th' obnoxious Act's expiring. And humbled is' old Dan. Whilst here New-Brunswick's sons press on n The Orange ranks to join, And they dare _ , ^j^,, , ,^.^^^ Each breast to bear. For the colours of the Bovne- Who would not die neath Britain's flag ^^ ' And the colours of the Bovnc! . ' v 'ii^^ This Glorious Anniversary Each Protestant should hail. For freed were they from Popery When James's host turn'd tail. 4^*"^^' Long as the Uniou Jack shall last, Or loyal men combine. Heart and hand Shall each band Pledge " the Hero of the Boyne'' — Pledge the memory of the Noble Prince . Who conquered at the Boyne. 2'. Hill. ■!V''?( '; i' H tUfiii.'. LOYAL ORANGE BOYS. Air — Farmer's Boy. Come never let your spirits pine. Nor droop on Brunswick's soil; The Orange flag with wreaths entwine, JVor think in vain your toil. .?t:A fiS-iii'-f.-f ■•:■■ fV- ',' "•♦ 'r^ 136 COrfSTITUTlOKAL LYRIST. Be ours the task to cie&r the land nm h From all the true annoys, i Till Britain's Qyeen shall bless the band' < Of Loyal Orange Boys. ( We hold our faith and morals dear **^ As the tie which doth us bind ; , Our direst foes have nought to fear > , ;; If to order they're inclined; ^^\' 'T ' But should they with defiance greet *'^ Our Q,ueeu — our arms we'll poise And teach them then what 'tis to meet A Band of Orange Boys. ■.'■v«sS;j''f :"#• Not Long ago both faint and weak ^^ ,, , Appeared our band — and few — ^^*-' - ' Though the tie which bonnd us did not breaks We still were all true blue; But now our tables round about, ^ What hosts partake our joys ! And Protestants this land throughout Will soon be Orange Boys. ;; Our foes may threaten if they please. But that we need not fear; t, ? *'.t? Our Magna Charta guarentees , . -^* Our righ'* t' assemble here. And though our enemies should press. We'll treat their taunts as toys, — Our Country and our God will bless * A Band of Orange Boys. Si-sJ ^iS.\Ui. iiM'v-r.. Then let us ne'er forget the Prince Who came to set us free, mf-^'^^'> ft And gave us what we've cherished since — True British Liberty I .^ ,/-..: . 'Ofv ■•V CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 137 .7/' And though our band should stand alone, Midst battle's strife and noise. No Papist e'er shall inount the throne To reign o'er Orange Boys I 2\ Hill. -\'iWf H -i' A SONG, . , «-■■- For the Anniversary of the Shutting of the Gates of Berry. Tune — " Auld Langsyne." ,/ Full many a long wild Winter's night. And sultry Summer's day, Are past and gone since James took flight From Derry walls away ; J ' Cold are the hands that closed that gate Against the wily foe; ^ But here, to Time's remotest date, *' Their spirit still shall glow. So here's a health to all good men, ' '■ Now fearless friends are few ; But when we close our gates ag:in. We'll then be all true blue. Lord Antrim's men came down yon glen, With drums and trumpets gay; ^ : Our Prentice Bioys just heard the noise, ^ .' ■ ' And then prepared for play: ^H ^r v While some opposed, the gates they closed, And joining hand in hand, / ': Before the wall resolved to fall, , *^ Or for their freedom stand. When honour calls to Derry walk, -I* The noble and the brave, f ? ^ ; Oh ! he that in the battle falls ;. > * Must find a hero's grave. t'-rf:^'' %J 138 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. rill Then caime the hot and doubtful fray, i; [: - With many a mortal wound; 'd^it-f: While thousands in wild War*s array, ^.: « <,/ Stood marshalled all around. ' Each hill and plain was strewed with slain. The Foyle ran red with blood; But all was vain the town to gain — Here William's standard stood. Renowned are those who face their foes, As men and heroes should; : • v' And let the slave steal to his grave, Who fears to shed his blood. V,,,, JiA\i'\ The matchless deeds of those who here^^'-^ Defied the Tyrant's frown, ^i^* On History's bright rolls appear, ^^^i^^- Emblazoned in renown: Herd deathless Walker- 3 faithful word Sent hosts against the foe, And gallant Murray's bloody sword The Gallic chief laid low. We honour those heroic dead, ;, Their glorious memory; May we, who stand here in their stead, As wise and valiant be. Oh ! sure a heart of stone would melt, 'h'O The scenes once here to see — i#\;^ And witness all our fathers felt, b ;^ #*"'"" To make their country free, ft:?'^ Bji They saw the lovely matron's cheek With want and terror pale — They heard their child's expiring shriek Float o;; the passing gale ! Yet here they stood, in fire and blood. As battle raged around ; ■n: CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. . vm ; ^^ ,j^ Resolved to die — till victory I, • i?/)', .^ Their purple standard crowned. The sacred rights these heroes gained, ' In many a hard-fought day, Shall they by us be still maintained, ,^ ,,",,, ^ .,. . Or basely cast away ? . -V Shall rebels vile rule o'er our isle, (rW And call it all their own? •' ' < Oh surely no ! — the faithless foe,.;,,, u ,4;^ ? !, i\ Must bend before the throne. ^ . jThen here's a health to all good men, f To all good men, and true ; And when we close our gates again. We'll then be all true blue. Graham.'^' ."•v i.f-' ■ -ii^ci it-:*/ A SONG, '**^^, '-'f ..; ^ For the Anniversary of the Relief of Derry.^ ■itvP Air — '* My ain kind dearie, O !'' . ■-* --',»'.,' .■.^-. The gloomy hour of trial's o'er, No longer cannons rattle, O ! The Tyrant's flag is seen no more. And James bos lost the battle, O ! • And here are we renowned and free, By maiden walls surrounded, O ! While all the knaves who'd make us slaves, ^| A>re baffled and confounded, O ! The Dartmouth spreads her snow-white sail, >J-^ , y Her purple pendant flying, O ! While we the gallant Browning hail. Who saved us all from dying, O ! w m ^.P: 14Q CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. Like Noah's dove, sent from above, While foes would starve and grieve us, O ! Through floods and fame an Angel came. To comfort and relieve us, O ! ?>►»%■♦' ^^ j Oh ! when the vessel struck the boom, '■'-'"' And pitched, and reeled, and stranded, O t With shouts the foe denounced our doom. And open gates demanded, O ! And shrill and high arose the cry. Of anguish, grief, and pity, O ! ' While, black with care and deep despair. We mourned our falling city, O ! . ■■¥^ But, Heaven her guide, with one broadside, The laden bark rebounded* O ! A favouring gale soon filled the sail. While hills and vales resounded, O ! The joy-^ells ring. Long live our King ! Adieu to grief and sadness, O ! • To Heaven we raise the voice of praise, In heartfelt joy and gladness, O ! Graham. •V.'.ii;-,:^« '^/'?"-V it ■i.i.i-J'% .=>; ;*V '.i ■I/:'- - iim 'i' r'Vriv i' ■ ^ < ".. .^'.t' imf. '- r ■ fcr*v'>*' - "v>-, -1 " r-ri'n ■*"r" &/• 144 CONSTITUTIONAL LYIIIST. And the Orangemen of Ireland their advocates will cheer, , , When Popery and Whiggery shaU wholly disappear. . ■ '■ • And now that George's Ministers, by terror led astray. Our Citadel of Freedom would abandon or betray ; When that for which a James was justly tumbled from the throne, Byparasite or prostitute is likely to be done; The Orangemen of Ireland once more upon their post, In strength remain, to stand again before the Papal host. Though watching for calamity on Britain's happy land, To massacre the Protestants in readiness they stand ; Though their Demagogues have told us that the night we ought to watch. When the murderer shall raise his hand to lift our bed- room latch; The Orangemen of Ireland, all steady to the Crown, ^ May rise again with might and main, and put the reptiles down. Graham. ' ^-iv" .. ^.jtji-"- )■■., M f s ■)■■•• "^t. '■.■• j- THE ORANGEMEN OF ULSTER. In4v The rebel's hopes rose fast And the Orange flag sank low When the dread and wtal bill was past To emancipate their foe. Prostrate before the blow They fell, for their hopes were crushed, But the stroke was dealt by friends, I And the wail of grief was hushed ! , ^ trow ! CONSTlTDTIOKAIi LYRIST. M^ B»it to work them harm or good," -,^, Those friends Roon lost tlie power. And led them a prey to the men of b]ood They'd freed m un evil hour ; And now in triumph to%v'r The rebel-white and ffreen, • Whilat the loyal "blue aud onuige" lower. And dare not to be seen. Though oft Ave've made them yield, When Williiun'B strength they tried ; And vain their shield on Ai!ghrim'« field, Or where Boyne Waters glide. Insulting, thus they ™.hide : — As their rebel colours soar — * . *• The Orange Flag with all its pride Henceforth shall be no more!" , It ,i (. • ■H V ?5upporters of the laws— Their Sov'reign bound t' obey, Tliough, by irijji ice to fheir cause. To rebels made a prey ; '" We feared not an affray, But sworn mea we, and true. We WHJted for a happier day— ' What e)ae could leal men do ? rfi ^■1' r* rt-? (• f ^1 But the day's once more at hand^ Wheaour flag s^ll be upreaied, For the greatest Statesman of the land-, The. same hath just declared ! And though but ill we've fared, Be ours the glorious lot, To prove our faith is unimpaired, A§d our giant wrongs forgot ! , - ' 10 A **i. .;jf '•/ ¥?#■ 146 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. Though rebel swords unsheath, ^ They never may prevail ; — Defenders of our rathers faith, ^Not an Orange breast shall quail, But Protestants shall hail Us champions to the last, When the Orangemen of Ulster naiH Their colours to the mast ! ! ! T. Hill, -">* }y PROTESTANT BOYS. /i««r W1^ Tell me, my friends, why are we met here ? Why thus assembled, ye Protestant boys ? Do mirth and good liquor, good humour, good cheer. Call us to share of festivity's joys } Oh, no ! 'tis the cause ■" "' "^ ,: ^ Of Queen- -Freedom— and Laws, ^I^^-j^^k, r ^ That calls loyal Protestants now to unite ; ^ ',^, . And Orange and Blue .V Ever faithful anditrue. Our Queen shall support, and Sedition affright. \ Great spirit of William! from Heaven look down, And breathe in our hearts our forefathers' firo — Teach us to rival their glorious renown. From Papist or Frenchman ne'er to retire, ', Jacobine,— Jacobite, — Against all to unite, '-tv : Who dare to assail our Sovereign's throne, / For Orange and Blue • I Will be faithful and true, ■<;*! luV ^%^ And Protestant loyalty ever be shewn. * V'/ In that Loyalty proud let us ever remain, Bound toge. er in truth and Religion's pure^mnd; CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIBT. 147 Nor honour's fair cause with foul bigotry stain, Since in courage and justice, supported we stand, So Heaven shall smile On our emerald isle, / Sling Ireland for ever, &c. 'J 148 CONSTITUTIONAL LVRIST. May tby liberty flourish ttntainted and pure, "^ ^' 'Gainst the mad brqils of faction establish'd seoure. And Orange triumphant ever beseen. When weigh'd in the balance with yellow and green. Sing Ireland for «ver, &c. ^'% ■^^y| r. ^ M xj-i And still be adored as faithful and true, ysjy^-j^' #y The mystic entwining of Orange and blue;* * May the spirit of William, and reason's bri^t flanie> Still urge usto .glory, inspired with his name., V"'*- Sing Ireland for ever, &c. , . ' ' * ' , . AND DO OUR IRISH PJIOTESTANTS. And do our Irish Protestants i^ ? Forget their former spirit ? ' v J; ^t* And do they not their fathers' zeal ' * ' And loydty inherit ? Oh ! yes; to guard Great George's throne. That loyal spirit rises, , ■A And all the haughty threats of France ■ And Popery despises. Our Orange banner wav'd on high, . \ >ii Appals die band i»f Treason: <.: j >.; jjii In doubtless courage firm we stand , 13. In honour, truth and reason. i r 4 f » No canting knaves our loyal hearts «. u A Shall from our Queen dissever; And they that once thought to get up, , j^ J We'll keep them down for ever. , , ^.^^ At Orange William's godlike name, ?i' « Let France and Popery tremble ; i ^^ -ft • r fUk OON8TITUTIONAL LTKfST. 149 ' -J, For stn»kiK)n'd by the roagio Bound Do Froteatants assemble ; And by tbat glorious Omnge, swear^ In steadfast resolution, : mm-ciu-n With heart and hand^ stilitd dt»fend Our happy Constitution^ Then, brothers, come the chorus join, — • For each to each is brother, Our Revolution to defend,. We will oppose another. Chorus — Then, brothers, &c. ^' ■ .*««*; W.^; « ; i» V -m OF WILLIAM'S GLORIOUS REIGN. Genius of ErinV Emerald isle, In all thine ancient glory rise! And teach thy sons at death to smile. While their proud strain ascends llie skies ; " Sires of William's glorious reign. Triumphant in your sons again!" ,^, Awake, true Bon» of Erin-, wake. Attend your Q^neen and Country's call ! Beneath your band» sfaail treason shake, ^ Beneath your arms shall treason faU ? " Sires of William's glorious reign. In their sons shall fl^t again." ^'fff' , n,t Hark! down the Boyne's immortal flood, Flows this sublime, triumphant sound,, Wherey lik« yon cdlumny firm they stood, Till vi«tory's self their virtue crown'di , ** Sireai df William's glorious reign, ; ^ Bid their sons their rights maintain. "< ')#- 150 CONStltUTtONAL LTRIS'k Hark ! how from Anghrim's blood-stain'd field — Stained with the blood that warms your heart — The shades of those who ne'er could yield, Thus prompt the Patriot's awful part; ^ ; ' ** Sires of William's glorious reiff^»^ »f 'f f/^ Trust their sons to guard this plam. *?aC> And hark! from Derry's sacred walls, '^* * That spum'd the tyrant at their feet, *^ '*'^ ' A guardian voice, inspiring calls, And Derry's sons the strain repeat, ' ** Sires of William's glorious reign. Guard in us, these walls again." •')■ Again shall Eniskillen pour i >/^l^ 'lit Her heroes, for their rights to die; Before them, as in days of yore. Shall traitors, tyrants. Frenchmen, fly. ** Sires of William's glorious reign, . " Fought not for their sons in vain." The men of Erin catch the flame, ff ' The spirit of the isle's abroad ; They pant to share their fathers' fame, Luce them, in war or death unaw'd; " Sires of William's glorious reign Ne'er can call their sons in vain." , ^■*h '!.!■:•■ i~'4l ' WHEN THE r;ODS FROM ABOVE. When the Gods from above saw the state of this isle, They determin'd all traitorous schemes they would foil, A council they held, and straightwa)r did decree, **That more strergth should be join'd to the old ** Orange tree:" v <;pNSTITUTIOI«AL LYRIST. 15] For they said, if the rebels had once the command. Their blood-thirsty actions would disgrace the land" Down> down, traitors, lie down. F^or this purpose they chose at Armagh a few friends, Who they knew were inclin'd to forward their ends. They searched their hearts, which were loyal and sound And to them they disclosed all our secrets profo^md: For they knew they'd take part in the cause that is good. And support it with honour, with courage and blood. Down, down, &c. Then the Protestants bold, began quickly to join. To support what their ancestors gained at the Boyne ; A word was enough, they engaged in the cause, And vow'd they'd support our good king and his laws; A word was enough, in the cause they engag'd. And could scarce curb their passion they were so en- rag'd. ' ; », V V Down, down, &c. " -' . With amazement the rebels beheld how they spread, And determin'd to murder them all in their bed ; i3ut the all-seeing Providence soon interfer'd, . ,j ,v And the lives of the Orangemen graciously spar'd ; Their plans they discover'd in the dead of the night, And boldly attack'd them and put them to flight. ' ", Down, down, &c. ^ -. / Thei> plots thus frustrated, more desp'rate they grew. Resolving to summon their blood-thirsty crew ; Which when done, to the diamond they hurry'd away, But while they're alive, they'll remember that day; For in hundreds they flew, and ne'er ojice turfl!d round, While the Orange pursued, crying, ' traitors, lie down.' Down, down, «Siz^c. m CONSTITUTIOWAl. LTRISX. WAKE, YEOMEN^OF ENGLAND I 1 «»> Wake, Yeom«n-6f En^and ! the hour is at hand^ When he who would hold it must fight for his land ; Your hearts are undaunted, and rigbtepus the cause ; B^ your watchword — the Altar, the Throne, and the I>aws! .-iifa?! Y^wVi; Shall the Radibdl trampfe, iti hlasphemdus-'gle^'^^ On the Yeomen of England, the brave and the free ? Shall he j^iill doi*^ th*! Church where yOiir forefath^i'i* pray'd, O'er the tombs where your fathers and mothers are laid ? i§hall the frank>Hearted Monarch — the kind and the Dye the regicide axe v^itli his triie En^isli blood? Would yottr women respect ye as Englishmen more If your King of the sea was an outcast on shore ? Shall the laws thai protect you in v/isdom and power^ The galh^'rftg df ages,- be cruSh'd in an hour ? Shall the cradliB of freedom be turned to its grave, ^ And the Yebnieii rtf Britain a Deniagogue's slave, 'r Tho* the dcnion of Anarchy howl for his prey, [play Ue who soweth should rea^,», h^ who workcth should Let him jabber and grin in his biood-thrsty rage. The furious wild beast must be kept in his cage. W:^i ii.1 ,<>{'■ Wh6n your Nobles and Gentlefhen ride at your head,. What aiimy in Europe's so gallantly led ? The trumpet of Fame tells the deeds that were done Whv'in your troops show'd the nations Iww battle* ':-'" . were won. ."km iv ;>/■••*! CCfcKSTITUTIONAL LYRIBT. 15^^ When the terrified earth ewii'd the Corsican's reign, Whose sword clove hia iron-bouttd sceptre in twain ? That Bword that to honour anA victory led, In its scabbard repo8et<, but net with the dea:d. See tier after tier, frowning over the tidCj The bulwarks of Britain in terrible pride ! Will your sailors submit tc the Radical's yoke ? No ! their hands are of steel, as their hearts are of oak ! Let the Unionii^t drunkard of Birniinghaih i^il, 'Tis the sweat of bis children- has paid for his ale ! His wife eyes her famishing brood With A tear, While he revels abi^irad in sedition and beeh Wake, Yeomen of England ! the hour is at hand. When he who would hold it must fight foi^ his land ; Your hearts are undaunted, and righteous your cause ! Be your watchword — the Altar, the Throne, and the ^^^« • -Irrt^" ' 'I THE BRIGHTEST BANNER IN THE WORLD. Whilie daring rebels round us stand, With Popish frenzy raving; We hail the star that lights our land, ^ And the banner proudly waving: The flag that tinged with Orange dye, When "Wiriiam, England's glory! ,j;| . Spreads its bright colours to the skyji;^ s. v^ And gain'd a deathless story. ^ sl^i • ; ^ Then did the papal monster bend, 4/- The rebel army falter; s^a ««'i' 154 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. The reign of falsehood find an end, ind every foe — a halter: The glittering light of William*s sword, Dispell 'd me mist of treason; The splendid music of his word, Diffus'd the beam of reason. Boyne's lucid wave the pennon kiss'd, Rejoic'd to see it waving; it m. The rebel bullets harmless hiss'd, Vain were the yells and raving: The Orange banner stream'd on high, Rebellion's^rag was sullied; Our "Church and King" the battle cry. That superstition buried. ■\'4' . t - It' Then hail the day — the happy hour. When rebel traitors humbled ; When papil tyrants lost their power. And lying priestcraft crumbled: Whan Orange William wide unfurl'd With manly resolution. The brightest banner in the world, And sav'd our Constitution. ,';» i i?5 THE BIBLE AND THE CROWN. I AM a son of Albion, ^ ^ A loyal fusileer, Apf* I have inarch'd to bugle tune y Fjr many a rolling year; ^ My heart and might is William^s right, My conscience is my own, Wh^le they remain I will maintain t? The Bible and the Crown. ' 'mV. ,;n» CuMSTtTUTIONAL LYRIST. 155 The Bible-does my soul renew, "^' The Crown protects my rights, By one I'm free*d from future woe, By one from present strife; So safe I live and safe survive. Nor fear a tyrant's frown, Where laws divine and human join The Bible and the Crown. i* 1 thought when foreign feuds were done The Lion may repose. But since Carlule his works begun. And Whooler's dwarf arose, j And Henry Hunt aspired to mount In arms the British throne ; I cannot rest while they molest The Bible and the fJrown. 'Tis in the starry vault of heaven The God of battles dwell, I trust his mighty aid be given To crush the mfidel. At Waterloo the storm winds blew And flashing bolts came down. To scare the suul that durst control The Bible and the Crown. fe.^ ;'d AA-r.-'ttUi (-« .H Far o'er the seas of either pole, ' ''^r ' And o'er th' Atlantic deep, I have seen the angry billows roll, " And sink again to sleep. **^^v *.„^ On every coast, 'mid arctic frost, ^'l And through the burning zone. Just heaven befriends those that defend i «*JII The Bible and the Crown. ■* ';^< t-u;} ^,n ir:- I 1S6 C<>M8TlTU'n01fAXi IiTMBT. If in the deadly battle'e g}eoni, Where oiiniiOB's> murky breath A thwart the ainews stnfe to dotta , ShewB like the cold of death; I cannot think> my heart would shrink Thoujgh mortal hopes were flown^ For help is near while we revere The Bible and the Crown. Then coiurage boys! in France in Spain, On Al^xrWdria's brow, He's beat the foes of God' add' man, And we caii betit' them rion^T. The rebels ;k»w^r is but a^ hOtit, St. Geor^ Will sinitie thent down ; Soon shall we sing, Itc^'fiveoar C^u^^n! The Bible txtd the Crown. Health to my Sovereign ere we part. To me my Q,ueen is dear. Because she hath a soldier's heart, _ And man she does not fear. The soul forlorn she will Hot scorn. And whtt'e her worth is known No rebel hate can harm the state. The Bible and the Crown. THE BRIGHT ORANGE RIBBON. O tovc is the soul of a true Orangeman, He loves all that's loyal, loves i^ that he can, With his bright Orange ribbons with purple and blue; His heart ia right honest, he's fil>m and sound, No malice or envy is tfiere to be found; COKSTITUTIONAL I^YRIST. 157 For his dueen and hii Country he's ready to fight, In sabduins all rebels he takes great delight, With his oright Oraiige ribbons with porple and blue. f r you had the honour to sit in our Loc^e, It la there you would see the true Orangeman's badge, Of bright Orange ribbons with purple and blue: A neat silken collar adorns his white neok, Which the orange, the blue, and the purple do deck, For our dueen, Constitution, our Country and Laws, The E8tablish'd Religion, and that is the cause Of those iMight Orange ribbons with purple and blue: In the evening returning, as homeward he soes, Wm heart full of lOve for his Country and those Who wear bright Orange ribbons with purple and blue: He greets a9 old friend whom he meets on the way, He proves him a brother and to him does say, Did you hear the messapo that came fro. i above, Which bids us unite in brotherly love, With our bright Orange ribbons with purple and blue. Then here «)to the land that gave William his birth, With the land that we live in, and its neighbouring earth. That makes Orangemen purple, and purplementrue: May they of great William always be able To thrash every foe that would strive to disable. May the sonsof old George be loyal and stout, And all bad rebels we'll put to the route, With our bright Orange ribbons with purple and blue. iH:'w; ^i : '^ ]58 COlfBTITUTlOIfAL LTRIBT* HARK THE MERRY BELLS. Hark the merry belli are going! Brethren hail the glorious mom, With heart and hand, and glasses blowing. Drink the Glorious Memory! To vou this day a King was given, The chain of slavery he broke; Ordained by God and sent from heaven To free us from the tyrant's yoke. Ye faithful souls then bless the hour, The happy hour that gave him birth, Adore the 'great Almighty's power, And with thanksgivmg fill the earth. Rejoice! rejoice! by love excited. The Orange flog triumphant wave. And drink with hand and heart united, William the great! the good! the brave! .^^■i COME HASTE TO OUR LODCii:. • Come haste to our lodge my dear friends of the garter. Which you see embellished with orange and blue, From which is suspended our royal grand master, To whom till time is, no more we'll be faithful and true; He fought for our laws. And established our cause. And ready we are to appear upon sight. On hill, ocean or plain. In frost, snow or rain. When William commands we most willing to figlit. V . # CONBTlTUTIOIfAL LTRttT. ISI We do not atgemble like the base asMMini, Who by Jeiuita are sworn to depopulate A country well known for its wealth and its morals, The poor man has pleasure as well as the great. No, no, we assemble To love one another, And ready we are to encamp or entrench. When our sovereign calls, We care not who fallo. In protecting our isles from the rebeU and French. The cropH may be easy, but faith I much doubt 1 , Tho' they have got thro' their crony a mask of dis- guise; At justice they are laughing, they are so well treated, While they are collecting all sorts of supplies. If once more they are seen, With the yellow and green. Their priests and their pikes in motley array, VVeMl fwht them once more. As we rought them before, So long life to our Queen, boys, hqzza, boys, huzza! AS FREEDOM WALKED ONE EVENir:^ i FAIR. As frcedofn walked one evening fair Beside Boyne's classic water, Her tresses sporting in the air, That sweetly wooing sought her ; Exultingly she viewed the plain, Where monkish relics lying, Proclaimed the triumphs of her reign j And popish error dying. % 160 CCMf»TITUTI01fAL LTRiaT. Oh! who, she cried, that looks on thee, His soul with virtue glowing, That must not in thy mirrors see Tiagusfs ingiaged carr«at flowing; The days when bigot-jfuriestcraft drew^ Its darkling circle roand us. And despotiklngs, in union true. With slavish fetters bound n&: But now, with body and with mind, Erect in freedom's spirit; Prepared to guard, with hearts coiiibhied The blessmgs they inherit: — A race imbued with me and truth Shall ne'er forget thy story. Whilst virtuous bards rouse Erin's youth To emulate thy glory ! Yes! gentle flowing Boyne, thy name From mine no years shallsever. But thou and I, to. latest fapie. Live pure and bright for ever; „, Upon the banks a wreath was won. Which crowns thy brow unfaded, .And he is not my genuine son Who'd wish that wreath degraded. ?«f-7T^. r^ t^X'' . :|mA LOYAL ORANGEMEN. , .%^W^, ; -^ Assembled now what is qwr view, True loyal OiangemeA Assembl'd now what is our view. But ties of honour to renew, The paths of glory we'll pursue. True, loyal Orangemen. \ CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 161 We seek no gain or tempting gold, True loyal Orangemen. We seek no gain or tempting goM, Nobly ^d by beins enrolled. To vie In fame with these of old. True hearted Orangemen. Valiant deeds the page extols. Of loyal Orangemen. Valiant deeds the page extok, EmblazonM on our mind recalls, ^^v The guns that echoM Dcrry^s walls, By loyal Orangemen. None we endure, vex, or hate, True loyal Orangemen. None we endure, vex, or hate. Bound to defend our Queen and State, Our lives for her weM immolate, r True loyal Orangemen. Britain's Ctueen in us confide, True loyal Orangemen. Britain'*) Qifcen in us confide. Sacred to her person tied. This we'll prove whene'er we're tried. True loyal Orangemen. F'aithful friend of England's weal, And loyal Orangemen. Faithful friend of England'n weal, Was patriotic upright Peel, But now, alas, ho sets his heel On loyal Orangemen. , 11 ■ , ,: I ,-,:.; ., Il-'i>_ I '..-■ 168 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. Drink our good Queen's heaJth and these, Tried loyal Orangemen. Drink our good Q,ueen's health and these^ Dariey, Nugent, Harcourt Lees, ^ -m^i^^i Merry sound their name in glees, Tried loyal Orangemen. Likewise York, and Lord O'Neill, Grand Chiefs of Orangemen.. Likewise York, and Lord O'Neill, Heroes of the Orange Seal, >*> Jtiin^v Three times three our Patrons hail, i.viif'iir Grand Chiefs of Orangemen. Bumpers fill to our great King, True loyal Orangemen. Bumpers fill to our great King, Homage, laurels, tribute brine, k , i v Voices chime, and glasses ring, ,; ^ i ^T « V To William! Prinrie of Orai^gemen. THE ORANGE FLAG. Here around this bright flag, let us fearlessly stand. And the storms of rebellion defy ; And should foes to our Church dare to threaten the land, By tLe Cross we will conquer or die ! Can we look on that sect that in madness and pride. Caused fires unholy to rise; . :;^i . Can we think on those Martyrs that agonized died, And not breathe a prayer to the skies ? ■lifer.:; Did Ridley and Latimer perish in vain ? Shall the blaze that they kindled expire ? COIfSTITUTIOIVAL LTRIST. 163 *v. Did their constancy shrink from derision and pain ? Shall their faith melt away in the fire ? No!— the flame that they kindled* in death, sacred glows In each Patriot Orangeman's breast: ^^ And the demon of Priestcraft recoil'd as it rose Like a Phoenix— more bright by the test ! COME CHEER UP MY LADS. fW^fff Come cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, For true Orange hearts are still strangers to fear, -^'^^ Our bosoms with honour and loyalty glow. And fearless we'll march to encounter the foe. CHORUS. Oh, still may our flag be with lustre nnfurPd, Let's always be ready, steady, boys, steady; And true to ourselves, we'll defy all the world. The Q,ueen, and the State, and the Laws of this land, The good constitution our forefathers planu'd ; To maintain them we all with one voice should agree, For while they protect us, old Ireland is free. Oh, still, &c. :„ ^ ' *It is recorded in Hume's England » that when Ridley and the venerable Latimer, (two Bishops) were burning at the stake in Smithfield, the latter, en- couraging his fellow-safferer, said, in the agonies of death, — " Be of good cheer. Brother Ridley, for we shall this day light such a flame in England, as I trust in God shall never be extinguished.'' And after His body had been consumed, his heart was found entire, an emblem of the constancy with which he died." % 164 , 'K^.. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. The hand oiPopprMdion Wd ifever ii^ed fear, Oar laws are the same for the peasant and peer ; Oar house is oar castle, our fire-side our throne, And each man in old Ireland is sure of his own. Oh, still, &c. / Republican frenzy her standard ma^ rear. And disloyalty seek to pollute our free air; But our swords we'll ne'er sheath till our emerald isle From treason redeemed, shall triumphantly smile. Oh, still, &c. 4 j ^ Then drink to the Queen, the State, and the laws. With one voice, with one heart, we'll support this good cause; May the wretch who'd refuse such a t«ast, never prove, The comforts of friendship, or raptures of love. . fv . Jh, ne'er may ihis flag be with lustre unfurl'd. Nor ever prove ready, bold, steady, or rdady, Wiiile we, crown'd with gloiy defy all the world. >f'^ ("fvl' »•■; THE ORANGE TREE. 160 CONSTIT'UTtOIfAL LYRIST. "'■'A &:iatch, snetch vour musquets, prime yom gMUfi And crued the fierce invader ! Whilst every Briton's song shall ha *'■ O, give us death- or victory!" «'S1?>l.l Long had this fiivourM isle enjoy 'd True comforta past exp; easing, ^- -- When France her hellish arts oniplov'd To rob us of each blessii {j: These from our hearts by forcti to iesr, Whi* h long we've learn'd to cherish Om frautic foes sliall vainly dare — W/li keep 'cm, or well perish: And every day, our soag shall be, ** O, give us death — qr victory!" .K Let France in savage accents sing Her bloody revolution; We prize our country, leve our Q,ucen, Adore our constitution ; ^^ ,,v,^/; ,. ^,^ j For these we'll every danger face, j*^^T ^,|*j/v!.^^^^ And quit onr rustic labours; '^ !u Hi; v / Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place, j 0,|j v Oor scythes be chang'd to sabres: .{l And glad lu arms, our song shall be, ' " O, give us death — or victory!'* i'*? 'ii: Soon shall the proud invaders learn. When bent on blood and plunder, That British bosoms nobly bum -- ^ ; To brave their cannon's thunder; *?^ Low lie those head?, whose wily arts * s^js^' >}^^ Have plann'd the world's undoin^r. Our vengeful blades shall reach thos(^ hsarts, J Which seek our country's ruin: i And night and mom, our sor ,v j.11 be, ;f^ '* ' ' O, give us death— or v>t% i*««*sy! list/ CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. M7 •:?■' .ir STAND ROUND, MY BRAVE BOYS. Stand round, my brave boys,"" With heart and with voice. And all in full chorus agree; ' , ' Well fight for our Queei^, And as loyally sing, And let the world know we'll be free. ;,,A CHORUS. The rebels shall fly, As with shouts we draw nigh. And echo shall victory ring; Then safe froin alarms, 'mW- We'U rest on our arms, And chorus it — long live the Queen. Long live the Queen, ■t And chorus it — long live the Queen. ^ With hearts firm and stout. We'll repel the mad rout, And follow fair Liberty's call; We'll rush on the foe, And deal death in each blow, , 'Till conquest and honour crown all The rebels, &c. 1 nen commerce once more Shall bruig wealth to our shore. And plenty and peace bless the is)e; The peasant shall quaff ' Off his bowl with a laugh. And reap the sweet fruits of his toil ; The Ttbels, &c. Kind love si.ali repay The f'.tigueg of the d y. And melt us to sofl^ alarms; ^m.' r.'H; •ii^M ^^' -imUi..:^'St 168 CONSTITUTIONAL LYBIST. Coy Pbillis shall burn At her soldier's return^ And bless the brave youth in her arms. The rebels, &c. WHEN PHAROAH REIGN'D ON EGYPT'S THRONE. Air — ** Rule Britannia." When Pharoah reign*d on Egypt's throne And Israel in their chains did groan, ^ The great I AM to Moses gave command. To lead them to the Promis'd Land! And all the proud Egyptian host h Pursuing, in the sea were lost. So, when opprest by Papoii pow'r. With death and plunder ev'ry hour, The brave King William, prmce of Orange-men;^ Restor'd us to our riffhts again. Hail! mighty Wilnam I conq'ror of the Boyne, Our voices in thy praise we joip. Our constitution we'll maintain, ^' 'Gainst ev'ry foe on land and main; With loyal hearts both firm and true. We'll ne\ or stain the Orange and Blue ; We love our king, our country, and its laws^ For ever live the Orange Boys ! m A YE SONS OF THE WISE. Air—" Boyne Water." Ye sons of the wise, let your spirits arise. And scorn the smiles of temptation j CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 168 Be courageoualy truo to the OraD|e and Blue, They will bring vou thro' all tribulation: Remember the guide that divided the tide, For Israel's happy protection; And over their foes made the billows to close. Because they had no true direction. In this present year pale death did appear, To all who would not be united: But down came the plan they had built on the sand. And we live to see them sore affrighted: More cruel by far than the forty-one war, Was the scheme of this revolution ; But we soon made our foes, by vrtue of blows, Submit to a good couadtution. Our brave British laws, they merit applause, Since blood purchas'd the reformation; Our church did not shine till that fortunate time, That William was king in our nation: That happy reprieve did thousands lelievc. Who stood wr the Protestant glory • The Orange displayed, soon made James afraid. And routed each Jacobite tory. Dear brethren, you know, 'tis a long time ago Since the Orange was first propagated ;; And those who stood true, be they ever so few, You'll find thev were never defeated; So now let us fight for the cause tliat is right, What rebel will dare to oppose us ? We show in the name of the rrotestant f&me. And we care not a farthing wlw knows us. Our secrC. '>f old we will ;>t unfold, To p . v ; not duly instnioted; &;dM 170 C01f»TITt7TI0ZfAL LTRIST. Our good Orange cause, mix'd with holy laws, ' i By Pro; u ' '.*' ''^d were conducted: And Bc^r.tu to tc<:eed in the time of our need, Our numbers are daily increasing; The up is pnll'd down, and George wears the crown. And the croppies like hares are a-chasing. That brotherly love n.iy iiover ramose ,^ From the fellowship we have contracted;. That wisdom may be at each committee, rj^jf- A witness to what is transacted; ^^t^ Let each Orange-man take a full glass in hand-— , " Here's health to the heart that won't waver, *' Victoria alone our Queen we will own, ** And the memory of William for ever.' t ■;*»'. YOU WILLI AMITES SO TRUE. Air — **Cru8keen Lawn." . You Williamites so true. Of the Orange and the Blue, That dwell in thif. country all round, round, round, O! may they increase, X And mmtiply in "v'ry place, 4id «w.. And join to keep Rebellion down, down, down, And join to keep Rebellion down. _.r f : The twenty-third of May, Was to have beeii the fatal day, '^' To assassinate all frier* ' of the Crown, Crown, Crown, But our kii •^ yer nen brave, Oiir country then d.d save, By keeping the Rebellion down, down, down, " By keeping the Rebellion down. CONSTlTDTIOltAL LTRIIT. 171 O! well yon may remember On the foarth of last November, The birth-day of William hi^h in renown, nown, nown, What a glorious sight was seen, That day in College-green, , Of them that kept Rebellion down, down, down. Of them that kept Rebellion down. The Crops were so dismayed. When our Orange was display'd At oar victory they were tieen to frown, frown, frown, They also stopp'd their ears. Being much annoy 'd by cheers, And the bands playing Croppies lie down, down, down, And the bands playing Croppies lie down* So fill high your glass to him. Who made the Crops to swing. In villageu, in cities, and in town, town, town, Lord Camden is his name. May he shortly come again, To Keep the d 'd Rebellion down, down, down, ^ , And to keep the d *d Rebellion down. ■f' :i ■X « -A" WELL METi MY DEAR FRIENDS. ,; Air—" Shaun Buee.*' Well met, my dear friends. To the laudible ends Of loyalty, mirth, and good humour; No men upon earth. Since this isle ^ve us birth. So cemented in friendship as we are: m COKftTITUTIONAL LYRIST. When our loyalty ceases, It will be when time pleases, And then we mnst yield, the* not willing; And this was the day, Thank God, wo can say. We were sav'd by our glorious king Williaui. To one we all owe Our existence you know, To tiie Almiffhtv pow*r who supreme is ; Who beneld from on nigh. With an All-seeing Eye, ^ / ^ ^ ^ His adopted so cruelly slain was. ,iJ .:>'!» (>*.• * To William apply»d, ^^ ^ And was not aeny'd, ' •**' ^ Crying — Make haste, for my sons are a-killing; i And his troops stout and trne^ ' ^^ All wear Orange and Blue, Who fought under glorious king William. That brave Oranee prince. None fought likeliim since, Tho' numbers in vain did attempt it; And Duke Schomberg too, Who lov'd Orange and Blue, At, the Boy no made the thousands repent it; He stopt the career ' ^ Of James and Monsieur, At the Boyne, Aughrim, and Enniskillen ; And at this very day. Orange-men now can say, We were sav'a by the glorious king William. CONBTITUTIONAL LTRIBT. 173 Monks, Jesuits, and Friars, He soon prov'd to be liars, 4nd the Pope too, who sign'd their commission; Tho' to him they did pray For victory that day, As if he had them all in taition: But when William came, He tfoon made them run To the Pope for to ^et a fresh drilling; And on Ais very day, Orango-men bear the sway. And was raid'd by our glorious king William. ■i- (. u> THE SONG OF THE LIBERATED. Air — " Tho Groves of Blarney. ' ' Och! sons of praties — ^I know how great is Your joy to see me resume my sate; Did Dan not tell yez — ye loyal-rebellious, He*d bother Justices and bilk the State ? Such pleasant quarters they save us '* martyrs," That some of my friends felt inclin'd to stay, Else 'twas not in natur, that a Liberator So long should dwell under lock and kay. I knew 'twas in yez~to find the " sinews Of war,'* so long as in ** quod'' I'd lie. And Daniel junior, he in matter pecuniar-y Is almost as takin' and cute as I. And thus relying, on him and O'Brien, At Richmond long I could love to stay. i'i-%4 -• « 174 COirSTIIUTIOfrAL LfRIST. Wid princely diet, and peace and quiet, And " sympathisers*' and extra pay. A monster meeting — ye' 11 be entreating, To yell in pride, through an idle day. But I'll make a *< preachment," about** impeachment/ And turn your heads on a smoother way. Yez must not jostle your great apostle, ' » Wid ill-timed shoves, to the battle's van,^ J But wid mouths opening, wid closed eyes gropin, Let white " thirteen" show your faith in Dan. I am *• agitator," '* regenerator,** *' Moral creator," •* yoang Ireland's dad," On the nation's nose I've a hold far greater Than ever a sceptred monarch had. .#■=*<■(> - ■ 'f.' Mind my instructions, let's have no " ructions," But oil your *' twigs'' wid a peaceful mien, 'Till JoiNviiiLE whacks on the haughty Saxon! ,' Hurrah for Dan, and — God save the Queen. ' ' Punch, ] ;filJf^. COME BRETH'REN WITH UNITED VOICE. Come l)reth'ren with united voice J^lp ii*^* t>^ Loud acclamations sing, Our loyal hearts shall now rejoice uiva ^f>fvft-v And these bright walls shall ring! \^"Si\ Have not our fathers met as we ? **>f^*??J «i Have they not sung such strains ? Can v.^e not read their legacy fr*i s?*ff> l> - In these our own blue veins ? ii^^n^iH iA * CONSTITUTIONAL LTRI9T. 175 We can — and by these veins we swear, Ne'er to pollute thJB same — Our cause is just— -let them beware Who would that cause defame! Protestantism, is this our cause! » We will the same defend — Our country, and our cnntry's laws, 'Till life itself shall end. !Mt}^' Our watchword * Boyne' — our motto * peace,* The defensive still keep we — Then, God will sure our cause increase ^ And give us victory. y^.^,^^f^ J. G. L. ^ .^ FRIENDSHIP. There is a time of happiness, j^rv It is when friends do meet: — , ^^ The hour of pure and social bliss, '; ,-;^., How welcorao and how sweet ! When friend meets friend and gives the hand, . With fervor and delisht, Jt^^ifeV v The heart enlarged doth understand Its nobleness aright. ^ . ^i - ■ X<\ ■ •:• - \ ' ■ Give me a friend — i friend sincere-— :.»*.;>,,*/ And O, I'd cherish him, ^ , I'd from his eye wipe ev'ry tear, Or, share it to the brim. • . ftf^i \^ ah: ' Some say, this earth is friendless— cold, n«r/4 And, ay, it may be so— mik^^lr^-'- '■e ^ •.«.' 176 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. ' Some say, the heart as it gets ofd, Doth colder get also! But, ah ! it surely cannot be, That time will e'er efface My love for thee, or thine for mB-^-'^^'^'^m^- 'Tis not in time or place> '*'^^ Friendship! the heav'n-bom descends, '"^^ From the pure realms above, And it is this which m^kes us friends,' j:'^> And being friends — we love. ^' ■; , '.■\','^^- ■ . '*»! ,m^uV Then, with my heart, I give my hand, Now, Brother, give me thine, f •* And, so, whene'er we meet, the band We'll tighten still with wine. /. G L. /;-v;?^!ft- ^ THE C0L0NIST»S SONG. *^ * V Blest be our Country and our Queen ! The pride of loyal men, We love her whom wc c* never seen, '' God bless our Queen! — Amen, ii God bless old England! freedom's 'sic Will ever England be; No demagogue with judas smile . Shall ever ruin thee. • ' .u God bless her church! her wholesome laws, And may they ever stand! From these old England ever draws * '^■ Salvation for the Lond. '^ *» n^ '^^ CONSTITUTIONAL LTKIST. 177 No " Smithfield fires*' again shall burn The " martyrs'* at the stake; ^ The noble sons shall never mourn Their death for " conscience sake.!! l»fv^ l^r loyal Orangemen and true As one together join, With Orange, purple, scarlet, blue Shout — ** William and the Boyne." v ^rotentous are the ** sijjps" we know^ But let us active be, ■ With lynx-eye Watch the wily foe — Club-footed popery! Then, will old Rome^ and Rome's old Pope, With all their minions too, ^ . Howl horribly for " lack of hope" ,J,''I What else now should they do.^*^*^^f ^ ktiA ;;^ God bless our Country and our Q,ueen ^T'* ' -> The pride of Icyal men — We love her whou; we've never seen (Jod bless our Queen! — Amen. J. &■ L, -. , .' 1*1 THE HOPE. . .?- y ,;.,! t "'.' JL Parody on T, Moore. Air — The harp that once thro* Tara's halls: ..\^;> The pibroch that through Ulster's delis i*^-" Once marshalled Wiuiam's host. Now hangs as mute as Derry's bells , * ■ i?^ > That erst alarmed the coast.— y ? -^ ?4 / 178 \ CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. t 'V,. So sleeps the prime of* loyalty, y^i-i '""^ rM: So are their hopes all fled, m''i' So low*rs our flag 'neath th* Whigs decree, v , And th' green floats in ils stead! No more brave- Yeomen rsish along, Vo' 'so't Upon high-mettled steeds, *f j»? In courage fierce, in purpose strong, >7' And nerved for glorious deeds; .j ,• Dissolved, — their martial spirit gone. No more their ranks advance, .,, ,« And th' pibroch, that once led them on, ,i Now tunes their foemen's dance I > < t • • KC .'i' But surely though at discount now, Fealty once noro shall thrive, And haughty ^demagogues shall bow, .,. -f And rebels vainly strive; ,;; ,., .. , And Freedorh's sons shall Freedom greet, — Tho* panting still she lives — And strike some traitor to her feet For every throb she gives! T. Hill. 'm-ii^j^)^'- *?%^H:>: .Vfi;.--,1^'1^|S; ,-K| ■/it' t:i>i . ■»♦. ''': ■.1 I'lit iV 'C ' THE PLEASURES OF FRIENDSHIP. A Parody on T. Moore. Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove. We are sure to' find something blissful and dear, And that, when afar from the Lodge we love, We learn that some other Lod^e is near ! The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling, Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone, But will lean to the nearest, and loveliest thing It can twine with itself, and make closely its own. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 179 Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove,-^^^ To be doomed to find somet'.iing, still, that is dear, And to know when afar from the Lodge we love, ^-f We have but to visit some Lodge that is near, .r 'T'/zere a shame, when flowers around us rise. To make lisht of the rest, if the rose is not there , But how can me tears be driv'n fro'n our eyes. Unless we have brothers each sorrow to share ? — Love's wing and the Peacock's are nearly the same, They are both of them bright but they're changeable too; ^iut friendship stands firm as the pillars of fame. When pledged by the gripe of a * Loyal True Blue!' Then oh ! what pleasure, where'er we roye, To be doomed to find something still that is dear. And to knowi when afar from the Lodge we love. We've the password to enter some Lodge that is near. .. ^ T. Hill. jH". '.i^'.<>^ :' i>;P^h'' '"tS<^* : ';'iT J^lty^'^ '? fitc' ^ );.i-,rtf-> 3M.; '^^'Mtr'^d^l PARODY ON A WAR SONG BY T. MOO^E. . I'Tr Remember the glories of William the brave, Tho' the days of the hero are o'er; 'J'ho' lost to old Ulster and cold in thf< grave, He returns to famed Derry no more! That star of the field, which so often has poured Its beam on the battle, is set; But enough of its glory remains on each sword. To iight us'to victory yet ! • v^f^nii a-? 'b^J'- Oh, Ulster ! when nature embellished the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a bigot should print. The footstep of Popery there 1 ' " : .; ■ n ,m'P: 180 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, fl Go, banish the rebels' vain hope; ^ - For 'do sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, ' Jl Parody on one of Moore's. :'J Let Erin remember the days of old, ; ... i Ere Peel and the Duke betrayed her, When crushed were the rebel hosts so bold. And repelled was the French invader. ' Then the Orange and Blue, with the red unfurled. Led loyal hearts to danger, ' And silenced for years was each tongue that hurled On Saxons th' name of " stranirer !" On Lough Foyle's banks as the fisherman strays, At evening alone in his wherry, His heart shall be warmed with thoughts of the days, When the Dartmouth sailed up to old Derry! May that City's example still make each heart stout, As her sons who then died to defend her; And each Protestant list 'neath the flag they hung out, , Inscribed with the words " No Surrender!" T. Hill. HOW DEAR, TO ME THE HOUR. i; .= i'\yi X.'. '%. ■it ■ V? ^ ; A Parody on T. Moore. ^ How dear to me the hour when daylight dies. And sunbeams melt along the sombre strand; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, r When I have watched them in another land. ' ' And when unto my own dear Lodge I hie, And see the Brethren in their colours deck'd, ♦« Kint! memory brings back — while heaves a sigh — My riative land, by Papist tenets WTegk'd. — T. Hill. isfy CONSTITLTIONAL LYRIST. PARODY ON ONE OF T. MOORE'S SONGS. Erin! the tear and the smile m thine eyes. Blend like the rainbow that hangs in the skies ! Shining through sorrow's stream, ^^' ^ Saddening thiu^gh pleasure's beam, '-'*■,'* '" "^^ ^ Thy suns with doubtful gleam, ' ''^-^P , Weep while they rise! ..^ . '^.^ Erm ! thy silent tear never shall cease; *, . ^^ Erin ! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase /'' Till Popery's decline; v^: ^ ^ i ' "When, kneeling at one shrine, ' ,_ All say " My God is thine! ''^^ ^ "" " ' " Worship in Peace!" '^«'; T.Hill. ;;Ots- 3-^i!^>*^ '>1J^^:f SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING;,;** '^^ ^ Parody on T. Moore. •'.A Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke. And grand was the hour when our fathers awoke Into life and revenge from the bigot's foul chain ! Oh Liberty! let not the spirit have rest. Till it move like a breeze, o'er the waves of the west — Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot. Nor, oh! be the Lily of Erin forgot, Till 'tis freed from oppression and Popery's stain! If the fame of our fathers bequeathed with their rights. Give to country its charms, and to home its delights, If neglect be a wound, and suspicion a stain; Then Orangemen, deep the insult that was given, '^Ij' When by Tories deserted, by Whiggish laws riven ! %: ^:fl'-r CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. ia3 : Bat a truce to thes houghts — Jt \vu9 skep^ but not death J And our sk^s shall be turned into victory's breath, For the Lily has, Phoenix-like, risen again ! You emigrant Orangemen, who have resigned The green hills of your youth, aii.Oi'4; ^angers to find That repose which, at home, you hud sighed for in vain. Join, join in our hope that th'* fl" ne which we light, ReiSectpd ^^.ar may soon bum clear and bright; And f ujive e'en the Whigs if that ACt be their last. And hue truants ashamed, they atone for the past . By fost'ring the Lily, which liow blooms again. > €C, God prosper the cause! — oh ! it cannot but thrive, While the pulse of one Protestant heart is alive, Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain ; ^ And oh ! if we martyrs must have, wVien they die, The finser of Glory shall point where they lie ; While their spirits to Heaven shall surely ascend,:) For Religion a passport will furnish er h friend;— And the Lily and Rose never mo^t :..:.ill be twain. T. Hill. ,'■};' nt FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE SHUTTING OF THE GATES OF DERRY. ' •' Air — '• Siege of Carrickteij'us." 4 :.-^ ' Whe N the struggle for freedom took place in our nation, Which long had been trampled by bigoted sway^ The brave men of Derry, for self pre!- Tvation, * Made fast their strong Gates on this threatening day. Though cowards might tremble and traitors dissemble, Those heroes stood forward all gallant ant true, 184 CUN8TITUTI0NAL LTRIST. Foul thraldi .11 for ever from Erin to oever, H And up went their standard of Orange and Blue. Oh! fair Londonderry, it makes my heart merry » To look at your V^alls rising over the Foyle; May no Whig or Tory, despising your glory, Your sons or your daughters of honour despoil . * ■^'%^r 'r Then loudly Uieir war-cry o'er Ulster resounded, And called forth the Protestant chiefs of our land. Who, with zeal patriotic, and courage unbounded. On the Foyle for their freedom determined to stand Then Mount-Alexander, that noble commander. With Skiffington, Rawden, and Blaney so brave, Despisinx alarms, came down here in arms, ^r f fs Our liberty, laws, and religion to save. Oh ! fair Londonderry, &c *..■■■,■ ,f . George Walker and Murray rode here in a hurry. With ^Qunderson, Cairnes, and Noble, renown'd, Stout Coif Atiiii; and Rawson, with Downing and Dawson, Urn?; d m their post iiere in Derry were found; With K noxes and Rosses, Hills, Grahams, and Crosses, And jbeKisford brave, from the town of Coleraine, Dunbars, Halls, and Rices, with Blairs, Brookes, and Prices, All fac'd the proud foe with a noble disdain. ;^; Oh! fair Londonderry, &c. Bold Mitchelbum, Baker, and Ttfacky, unbending. Held out, through all danger, our rights to mamtain. Resolving to die for their freedom contending, Before the vile tyrant should over them reign. To gain us our charters, they bled like true martyrs, Regardless of fear, though by numbers assail 'd; Because they confided in him tnat divided The waters which over proud Pharaoh prevailed. Oh ! fair Londonderry, &c. CQI9ST1TUT10I4AL LYRIST. 185 From ancient Dungannon, with huraemen and cannon, Came Chichester brave, as Sir Arthur of old, The Moores, from old Augher, the Mervyns,' from Clogher, To Derry flock M in with their sold From rich Limavady, to puzzle poor Came Phillips, who fought in the Through fair and foul weather they 'Till James was kncck'd up and gone. Oh! fair Londonderry, &c. 't». ijold. n-on«, ^ethcr, a were Thus heaven protected these heroes undaunted, Who fought and who bled in religion's bright cause. And gain'd for the nation what long had been wanted, A ^ee Constitution and Protestant laws. From bondage for ever our Isle they did sever. Oh ! may we, like them, be decided and tnie; May liberty flourish, and loyalty nourish The principles sound of an honest True Blue. Oh! fair Londonderry, it makes my heart merry To look at your Walls rising over the Foyle ; May no Whig or Tory, despismg your glory, Your sons or your daughters of honour despoil. R. Young. ' ^ M) ■ "i'?:*^'!* 'c ^ '■■- FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OP THE LANDING OF KING WILLIAM THE THIRD, ON THE 5Tir NOVEMBER, 1688, / ■ . Air—" Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled," '"- Britons brave for evermore, " "^ , • Let your thund'ring cannon roar. On tne day when to your shore i . The Prince of Orange came; ■> IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) M/ 'fi 1.0 I.I M 12.0 U£ ■ * ft IIIPIIIMII4 IIIIISSBB ill! ^^^S IIIII^^S •m 6" ► ^J" ^ ^>. y ^ Photograiiiic Sciences Corporation 23 WIST MAIN STREIT WiBSTH.N.Y. 14S80 (716) •72-4503 .^^ 186 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRfST. From Rome's foul chains to set you free, He came with Lords of high degree, 'Twas he restored your lil^rty, Your honour and your fame. Oh! why should we ungrateful he, To Wiluam's " Glorious Memory," When each revolving day we Dee, But proves his worth tho more. The crafty foe 's at work again. Our sacred altars to profane, Upon our land to bring a stain, ^ ' And drench it with our gore. Our lawful rights the tyrant James Assaird, by force and subtle schemes. While bigots fierce to kindle flames,' In Smithfield stood prepar'd; To drive religion from the land. They rais*d agam a threatening hand, When William, with his gallant band. Their trembling master scarM. Affrighted James, in wild despair, A victim to CMToding care. Fled off, by night, to France, and there Obtained the wish'd for aid. With Gaul's proud troops, for Erin's isle He sail'd, resolv'd, by force or guile. To make us on his project smile. And Britain's crown degrade. But Londonderry, with a frown, Receiv'd the King without a crown, And put him and his army down, Upon the Foyle's feir side. JBftSfl.^**" ^«# CONSTITUTIONAL LTRlSt. 187 ree, * « sle A shot, sent from her lofty Wallj Soon made lum all his gnards recall, And back to old St. Johnston fall. With deeply wounded pride. Fair Enniekillen stoutly stood, Like Holland's banks against the flood, Until her heroes, drench'd in blood, No living foe could find : Strong Carricklergus yielded then. In mountain, moor, and shady glen, No force withstood Duke Schomberg's men. With Deny boys dombin'd. At lenfftb upon green Antrim's plain, liing William landed with his train. When all resistance proving vain. The tyrant's forces fled: Crowds in flight we then might see. From Lagan's banks to proud Ardee, While Britons, uudismay'd and free. Held high their standard red. ' Come now, my boys, in chorus join. And sing the glories of the Boyne, Where wooden shoes and brazen coin Felt freedom's fatal blow ; While James aloof in terror stood, . Kins William cross'd the foaming flood, And then, while flow'd his royal blood, Pursued the flying foe. Great Ginckle's troops reduced Athlone, On Aughrim's hills his valour shone, I Where Rome's last hopes were overthrown, And fell, to rise no more; i^'" 188 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRISt. Then let not Pope or Pagan say* That we shall e'er foi^et the day, When William came to drim away The tyrant from onr shore. — R.Young. FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BATTJLE OF THE BOYNE. Air— «* Boyne Water." Hail! dawn of freedom, brightest day In &in'8 martial pages, Thv lustre sheds a glorious ray. And shall through future ages ; On thee the Prince of Orange brave, From Gallic usurpation, Which aim*d our country to enslave. Preserved this Irish nation. The despot James, with tyrant hand, Our charters abrogated. And Rome's religion in the land Would soon have reinstated; Fierce persecution raged around, While savage innovators. Who made destruction dire abound, Were Erin's legislators. The patriotic flame that fired With dauntless resolution Fair Ulster's sons, whose deeds conspir'd To crown the Revolution, Had strove in^ vain to break the chain Of tyranny asunder. Had William not through battle hot Directed Britain's thunder. CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 189 And many a hero fell that day At Boyne's immortal river. From domineering Papal sway To set us tree forever; To emulate their actions great, Led by their bright example; Let us prepare, should foemen dare, Upon our rights to trample. Full soon the jar of civil war May shake the 'British naticm, When Whigs untrue, too late will rue Their cringing lemslation; The Orange band/ for faith and land On heavenly aid depending. Then firm must jom, as at the Boyne, And fight with hearts unbending. Though gloomy clouds at present lower Around our Constitution, As in Tyrconnell*s day of power Before the Revolution ; The statesmen base who would efface Our laws, by bigots aided, Mav also fail now to prevail. And skulk from place degraded. R. Young, AN ADDRESS TO ERIN. ' Air— " Exile of Erin." Alas, lovely Erin, still torn and distracted By dark superstition and bigotry's reign. To think oT the scenes that in you |iave been acted. Creates indignation and heart-rending pain. 190 COKSTITUTIOWAL LTRIST. Crimes on a scale far beyond calculation, O-er the land spread disaster and wild devastation, While Christians are doom*d to a pronapt extirpation. When Rome, guilty Rome, blows the trumpet for war. . In Muuster asiBassins in league are united. The laws to resist and confusion create. By Priests of sedition to outrage excited, To bring back the horrors of dark Ninety-eight ; The teacher of truth to his mansion returning. Meets bigots, with thirst for his blood fiercely burn- ing, Who stone him to death, his entreaties all spurning, While Rome, guilty Rome, blows the trumpet for war^ t If o'er years gone by, retrospective we ponder. If we look to the records on history's page. We cannot but feel detestation, and wonder At Rome, guilty Rome's more than heathenish rage: Pikes with blood reeking, and fierce midnight blazes. In fancv arise, and intense horror seizes The mind as it backward reluctantly gazes. When Rome, guilty Rome, blew the trumpet for war. To what fatal source can we trace the disasters Of Europe, broad Europe, for centuries three ? To proud Priests of Rome aiming still to be masters, And rule over kingdoms resolv'd to be free; Hence plots without end through tho nations extended, The faggot prevail'd, and society rended, Pope's Monarchs desraded, and armies contended, When Rome, gpiity Rome, blew the trumpet for war. Tjiyiw COflSTITUTlOMAL i Air—" Roy's Wife of Aldevalloch." Opprbss*o with unavailing grief, Britannia now her harp may shiver; The gallant York— of soldiers chief— An Arrow wounds from death's dark quiver: An omen sad of wrath divine, For sin a nation pond besetting, f Above all others rais*d to shine. And yet the roler ^eat forgetting. Oh hapless empire! to despise The mighty hand your glory crowning, And bring down anger from the skies, In just resentment awful frowning. Thouffh vested in supreme command, Yonc bore the toils of war undaunted. And to protect our happy land. The soldier's life he shared contented ; True fortitude inspired his breast. Benign, compassionate, and tender, -m a ■'i . # CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIST. 198 Though oft in battle closely prest, His word was Derry*8 ** No Surrender." Departed hero, thy great name Shall long embellish martial pages, And blazon'd on the rolls of fame, Thy deeds shall shine in future ages. And foremost in the ranks of truth, He education's cause promoted, And to instruct the orphan youth, His care and treasure both devoted. The soldier's friend, the widow's stay, Support and shield in times distressing, His d^eds of worth each passing day. Proud enemies themselves confessing. For still consistent, firm, and brave. Serenely wise and tender hearted. The realm from ruin he would save. And disaffected traitors thwarted. His voice all loyal hearts reviv'd. And Htemm a the tide of resolution ; Proud demagogues, while he surviv'd. In vain assailM the Constitution ; But like his Royal Sire, rever'd. When statesmen thought their plans completed. Soon to the senate he repaired. And their destructive bill defeated. His word soon hush'd sedition's roar. And Whigs and Radicals confounded, While his applause, from shorie- to shore, In strains of grateful joy resounded. Hail ! dauntless Prince, though far remov'd t From earthly scenes that pass and porish, The land thy Royal Highness lov'd, Thy memory will ever. cherish, 13 i 194 CONSTITUTrorCAL LTRIST May Kings agnin m Britain reign, And IDfie thy sire adorn their atation, Oh! may we see Knne Prince like thee. Arise to gave our sinking nation. Farewell, oh York! renown'd and great, Long shall thy loss keen pangs awaken; Oh ne'er from us, by cruel fate, Was kuider, braver hero taken. iJ. Young. H,U,, INSCRIBED TO MRS. ELIZABETH GRAHAM, OF MAGILLIGAN, ON HEARING HER PLAY ON THE PIANO, SURROUND- ED BY HER FAMILY Air— " Black-eyed Susan.*' Well may the bard this life enjoy Who is with sndi a partner blest; | Should cares a while his mind annoy, - . At home they soon are hushed to rest. T ' Such charming sounds your music can impart. As animate and cheer the troubled heart. « Should grief or public wrongs bear sway, ' ^ And oe'r his soul dominion bold, These melting tones make all give way, 'i Till every feeling k CMitroUM. The wiry strings you strike wi^ magic skHl And all Mor he«rts widiTich eijoyment thrill. Your notes fiwr Derry's tale of woe. Heroic, strains ef " Aukl lang syne, ' * In melody enchanting flow, And add fresh fervour to each line. i r C0iraTlTUT40NAL LTRtBT. )9S Sweet is the obonM when all round you jmn To sing the^deatbleu glories of the Bojne. Sprung from a honse in Erin's Isle, For worth in aneient times long known, Around you now in beauty smile, A race well worthv of your own. Cornelia's Messings fonrfoHl have been thine; May they like pearls o( precioBs yalue shine. Let others boast their titles high, Too oft by servile means attained, 'Tis yours to dry the weeper's eve, And soothe the soul by angnish pam'd. Beyond the reach of want or envy plac'd, And with a blithe 4oHiestic circle grac'd. May blooming health, contentment sweet. And length of honour d days be thine. Like Mary at her Master's feet. Reposing safe in Kfe^ decline. [more. And may both you and yours, w4)en time a no With joyful voice the Saviowr*s name adore. THE KING OF THE EMERALD ISLAND. {From the Wilts and Oloucestershire Standard.) AiR-^" The King ef the Camiibal blands.'' PRIEST — 80I/V8. Come, all ye ^eeeeof Peter'* fleok, "^ Who worship idol, stone, and «toek, Yonr purses yon must ncnw untoeic For the King ef the Emerald island. 106 CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIIT. Became hia mother had a drame-— 8t. Patrick*! wife, St. Shnla, came, And said — ** Hold up, my jolly dame, You ihall produce a man of fame, Like a scorpion arm'd in mail. Or a g[low worm of the vale, Hia sting and his lustre will be in the tail Of the King of the Emerald Island. CHORUS or PRIKSTS. Lying, swaggering, bullying Dan, You're the lad to lay a plan To *' pin the pence*' of the ramed man. Oh f King of the Emerald Island. PRIKST. He'll bring mighty things to pass. Break Church and Ciueen like bottle glass, And turn all Protestants to Mass, This King of the Emerald Island. Ave Marias oy the score These heretics will shortly roar, And thump their craws till they are sore, And holy water on them pour; And prostrate on their knees they'll fall. And worship saints in the chapel hall. And thus be made sood Christians all, By the King of tne Emerald Island. Lyu^* swaggering, &c. Full two thousand priests and more '* Tribute" from their altars roar. The beffgiitt-box is at the door For the lu^ of the Emerald Island, [well Come down with your dust or we'll curse you By book, by candle, and by bell. And send you packing off pell-mell, For a place one would not like to tell. r ; *. >■ ,■■ V'- ' " ,'; • ( 1 I i } ! I 1 i ( CONSTITUTIONAL LTRI8T. 197 Ooh! yon shall never die in peace, For weMl withhold the holy srace, Unleaa the rhmo down you place, For the King of the Emerald Island, laying* awaggering, &c. Scores 'of boyi, tme lads of wax, With oaken cad|(els and sturdy baclcH, Stand to gather m year tax. Oh! Kin^ of the Emerald Island. Pounds a-piece for suits of clothes « Half-a-crown from men with shoes. Shillings from all naked toes, Sixpences froni breechless beaux. Beggarman put do^^n your bag, Come until your rotton rag Can produce a copper mag. For the King or the Emerald Island. Lying, swaggering, &c. BXO6ARMAir-~80LUS. Oh! Father Pat, do you not see I'm up to my neck in poverty; He never did any good for me, This King of the Emerald Island. With cold and hunger I'm almost dead, My cash, barrin this old rap, is fled — My childbren are crying out for bread, And I've not a praty to put in their head. PRIBST. Come down with your dust, and none of your groans, Or ni mark your door with ''.Death's head and cross bones," 196 CONSntUTIOfilAL LIBIfiT. And rattle your nbcr with aticki and stDneii, For the King of the ICmerald; Itland* Lying, swaggering, &c. Thas fifteen thousand poandfei a»>year. This sturdy mendicant doth clear. With many a curse and many & teu*. For the King of the Emerald Island,^ ^j-^^, And thus he fills his money begpi From destitution and from rage. < And thus their lonely uoppeK maga. From fellow-be^rmen he drags. Then let each pious candidate. Who hopes in Heaven to have a aeat^ Put down his money on the plate, For the King of the Emerald Island. Lying, swaggering, &c. THE MAIDEN CITY. . (By Charlotte Elizalteth.) . .-g-." Air— «* Le Petit Tambour.** *^^ I Whers Foyle hid swelling waters f Rolls northward to the main, j^ o ; ;^ -" Here, Queen, of Erin's. datughtoM, Fair Derry fixed her reigjpt: ,fi A holy temple crowned her. And commerce graced her street, A rampart wall was round her, The river at her feet; And hece she sat aJone, b(^iv And, looking from the hill, Vow'd the Maiden on her throne, boys, Would be a Maiden still. »;, ^.^i^s A: CONSTITUTIONAL L1RI8T. 199 From; Antrim crossing over) In famous eighty-eij^t, A plumed and belted lover Came to the Ferry Gate: She summon'd to defend l^er Our siires — a beardless race.-^ They shouted No^ Suabbndba! And< slamm'd it in; his faoe. Then in a quiet tone, boys, They told him 'twas their will > That tne Maiden on her thrcmej boys. Should be a Maiden stilly Next, crushing all before him, A kingly wooer came, (The royal banner o'er him. Blushed crimson deep for shame;) He show'd the Pope's commission, Nor dieam'd'to be refused, She pitied his condition^ But begg'd, to stand exoused; In, short, the fact is known, boys, She chased him fVom the hiu'. For the Maiden on her. thrope, boys, Would be a Maiden still. ■ -yi'^s^.^ On our brave sires descendins, Twas then the tempest brdce. Their peaceftil dwellings rending, 'Mid blood, and flame, and smoke. That hallow'd {pave*yard yondler. Swells with the slaughtex'd. dead. Oh, brothers, pause and ponder,* It was for us they bled; And while their giro we own, bi^i The fane that tops our bill. aoo CONSTITUTIONAL LIRIST Oh the Maiden on her throne, boys. Shall be a Maiden still. Nor wily tongue shall move us. Nor tyrant arm affright. We'll look to One above utr, Who ne'er forsook the richt ; Who will, may crouch and tender The birthright of the free. But, brothers, No Surrender, No compromise for me! We want no barrier stone, boys, No gates to guard the hill. Yet the Maiden on her throne, boys, ' Shall be a Maiden still. vmVf V. V THE SUBMISSION OF AN ORANGEMAN- (By Charlotte Elizabe^.) Air— "Boyne Water.'* We've furPd the banner that wav'd so long Its sunny folds around us; We've stiird the voice of our ancient song» And burst the tie that bound us. No, no, that tie, that sacred tie. Cannot be loos'd or breken ; And thought will flash from eye to eye. Though ne'er a word be spoken. Go, raze old Derry's tell-tale Wall — ^ . Bid Enniskiilen perish: Choke up the Boyne — abolish all That we too fondly cherish; 'Twill be but as the prunmg knife Us'd by a skilful master. :-£:■ CONSTITUTIONAL LIIII8T. 201 To concentrate the sap of life,* And fix the strong root faster. We love the throne— ^h ! deep you planned H The hateful will to prove us! But firm in loyal truth we stand — The Ctueen shall know and love us. When William came to free the iele From galling chains that bound her, Our fathers built, beneath his smile. This living rampart round jher. Ye've ta*en the outer crust away, . But, secret ctrength supplying, A spirit, shrined within the clay, Lives quenchless and undying — A sparkle from the hallow 'd flame . Of oiir insulted altars. Pure as the source whence first it came, Our love nor fades nor falters. Our love to thee, dear injured land. By mocking foes derided; Our duteous love to the royal hand. By traitorous craft misguided. Banner, and badge, and name alone, At our Monarch's call we tender; The loyal truth that guards her throne We*ll keep—and No Surrender! O'CONNELL'S LAMENTATION FOR IRELAND. Air—" Molly Astore." Oh, Erin! with a throbbing heart I mourn thy fallen atate; '«3«l»'^ ao» COirSTlTUTIOHAL LYIU8T. How poor and wretched now tihon urt> Though once both free and great: Accars'd be that Pope's fatal Bull, That bvouglrt King Hemry o'er^ And gave that, tyrant leave to poll, Sweet freedon» fimm tiiy shmre. And well I recollect the date, Which makes my blood to boil, When England's hostile troops, elate. First press'd thy fertile soil,, And by their skill and bravery Soon made of thee their own. Which ever since, in slavery, ' Has caus'd thy sons to groan. 'Tis tfiie, our forefathers of old,, With famous Brian. Born, Engaged the Danes with courage bold. And did their hosts subdue; Yet those triumphant Britons vile, Six hundred years and' noore. Have tyranniz'd o'er lliee lov'd Isle, Nor would our rights restore. I And when against them we rebell'd. And fought them foul seoA fiiir. Still by the sword they us compell'd Their galling yoke to bear; Though we of them, in. Forty-one, Two hundred thousand slew. By Cromwell we w«re overthrown. And forcM for peace to sue. Our hopes thai fled till good King Jtunes Obtained the British C^own, CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIflT. fm Who strove to grant us all our claims. And raise ns to renown ; fint Orance Wiltiam, with his tram, ExpeiPd him from the throne. And at the Boyne and Aughrim's plain, The day prov'd all his own. This sad' event destroy'd oar aim At mling Church and State, Then on the mins of our nanne Usurpers hecame great. And with them feuds and broils increased. Peace vanished from the land. While those who over us were plac'd Rul'd with an iron hand. ThoQgh now we have obtained our Bill, Which long we sought in vain, Old Erin wants her Senate still, And native Kings to reign; And while the Ortm^men survive, , To guard the British throne. For this, alas! we need not strive, i Their valour's too well knowir. Jt. Young. PRd'ECT TIfy BRITAIN'S FAVOUREJ^ ISLE. O Thou, of all, the sov'reign Lord, Our altars to thy name we raise ; A name by worlds imknowi» ador'd, Of gratitude we hymn thy praise. O still beneath thy fostenng smile, Protect thy Britain's favour'd isle. 204 CONSTITUTlbNAt LTRI9T. While rava|;'d realmg no more rejoice, Whose hiUs with sounds of horror ring : Of Peace we hear the dove-like voice, Defended by her suardian wing. O still beneath thy fostering smile, Protect thy Britain's favoured isle. From realms where mounts the orb of day, To those that see his setting beam, Our Britain holds a glorious sway. Of Fame's loud trump the constant theme, O still beneath thy fostering smile. Protect thy Britain's favoured isle. -R. Young. OCCASIONED BY THE PASSING OF THE REFORM BILL. Air — " Blue bcmnets over the border." Britain, thy treacherous foes have at length pre- vail'd Glory and peace from thy shores have depalted. Thy Legislature, by turbulent mobs assail'd Basely surrendered and prov'd rotten hearted. How could the sons of those who often crush'd their foes. Shrink from the conflict, by tumult affrighted. Had they but stood their ground, as did their sires re- nown'd, Foemen in vain had against thee united. Rouse, rouse, freemen arouse from sleep Rally, indignant, repel the invaders; Suffer not traitors your charters away to sleep, Though should a Melbourne be chief of their leaders. = ,. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 205 Trappists and Jesuit?, monks of the vilest grade, Wicked inciters to bloodshed and treason, Settled in Erin pursue agitation's trade. War and rebellion to cause in due season. JHence, in the open day, Whitefeet the loyal slay. Tithes are resisted, and rapine extended; ^0 wield pike and musket bright, ruffains are dnll'd by night, Marshiaird and trained for the slaughter intended. Rouse, rouse, freemen arouse from sleep, &c. Protestants, rouse, and no longer unmov'd behold. By Whiffgish rulers yoru freedom invaded, Stand for the rights which your forefathers gain*d of old. Else shall your offspring be robb*d and degraded; Witness those schools profound, where Scripture truths abound. By them deprivM of their public donation. While to support Maynooth, pois'ner of Popish youth, Thousands are vote4 without hesitation. Rouse, rouse, freemen arouse from sleq9, &c. -- *^.= > B. Young* TYRONE. Inscribed to James Lowry, Esq.j of Rofhdale. Air — "Garryowen.'' Would you wish to find friends that are faithful and true, Devoted through life to the Orange and BJne, iVould you seek for stout fHends to the Altar and Throne, Jome down to the lads of the County Tyrone ; 906 CONSTITUTIONAL LYEI9T. Surrounded by Derry, by Antrim, and Down, By FermanagD renowned for her love of the Crown ^ By Cavan, Arma|h, and by Monaghan brave, We're here to defy both the tyrant and slave. Wotdd yon wish to find friends that are faitbfsl and tme. Devoted throagh life to the Orange and Blue, Would you seek for stout friends to the Altar and Throne, Coine down to the lads of the County Tyrone. When Philemy Roe with his rebels broke out. The lads of the Lacau soon put him to rout, i Old Leslie then left his episcopal stall. And hunted the rabble from fair Donegal; Oh loud was the shriek and the cry and the roar, f As they ran for their lives through wild Bamesmore, And hundreds in heaps in the valleys lay low. While the victors marched bock to the K>rt of Raphoe, Would you wish to find friends, &c. ■< When James, with his minions and frogeaters vile, Wottld banish the Bible from Erin's green isle — When cruel Rosen, in calamitous year. With thousands around him to Derry came near, Tyrone turned out with her Walker so brave. The fair cause of truth and of freedom to save ; Knookm^py sent Caimes to Derry so true. And down went the flag of the bigoted crew. Would you wish to find friends, &c. The blood that then boiled in the Derrymen*s veins. In the heart of their sons in full vigour remains; Though Lwadjfa we find false to country and creed. Our Walkers in worth and in numbers exceed. For one that in fight on the banks of the Boyne The standard of William did valiantly join, CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 307 Full ten would tarn out in the battle to stand. That soon must be fought for our lives «nd our land. Would you wish to find friends, Ac. Rev. John, Graham.- ■^*iv ON TfCE REVIVAL OF ORANGEISM. Air — ** Nancy Dawson." Come let us meet in love and glee, Ye Orange brethren, bold and tree. And toast in bumpers * three times three' The Orange Institution. May it asain triumphant stand. The shield of this our lovely land, In spite of that malignant band. Who hate our Constitution. T^Mi let us meet, &€. Think on the year oif 'Ninety-eight,' When thousands rose against the State, What did their sanguine hopes defeat ? The Orange Institution. For in defence of Britain's Crown, Our Orange yeomen of renown Put the insulting rebels down, And saved our Constitution. Soon as the Orange system spread The popish persecution fled, , And disaflfection hid her head, Cbeck'd by our Institution. Peace was restored to this fair Isle, Secur'd by Freecbm's cheering smile, Thus Orangemen, from traitors vile, ;. Preserved our Constitution. 206 COMSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. To counteract, by valonr sound, 'All hostile plots that might abound, Brave Vemer did niost wisely found The Orange Institution. Brected on a basis sure, To keep us and our rights secure, Vnd guard from foes, of faith impure. The Crown and Constitution. Then let us meet, ^c. R. Young. A SONG FOR THE YEOMEN. Aia— " There was a jolly miller once. >» A BRAVE and jolly yeoman long Lived on the river Foyle, When work wad tlvoni;, a simple song Beguil'd his daily toil: This was the burthen of that song, And ever used to be, ** My Q,ueen, though all th^ world goes wrong, Shall iind a friend in me." This was the burthen of that song, &c. In Ninety-eight, when Erin's state Was bad as bad could be; When rebels rose, and England's foes Cried loud for liberty ; The yeoman, then, while other men Shook in their .shoes for fear. Undaunted stood and shed his blood, Triumphant through the year. This was the burthen of his song, &c. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 20U O where! O where! while dull despair Wag stalking through the land, Were all the prigs, the brainless Whigs, Who now assume command? Some quaiPd at home, some fought for Rome, And others ran away: While yeomen brave, the lond to save. Fought on and sained the day. This was the burthen of their song, &c. And as the gallant yeoman then 8tood forward for the throne^ With loyal men heMl stand again. And slavery disown. For freeman's right undaunted fight, While traitors bite the nround ; To England's laws and William's cause For ever faithful found. This was the burthen of his song, &c. R. Young. i/v ON THE PRESENT POSTURE OF ENGLAND AND IRELAND. Air—" The Wounded Hussar.'' The glory of England^ (the greatest of nations,) Her strength and dominion, seems passing away ; Her statesmen, by yielding to Rome's innovations. Have placed in her bosom the seeds of decay. Throu|^hout the wide world rever'd was her name. While Protestant rights were uphold by her laws; No more can she now a pre-eminence claim. Or win by her councils the meed of applause. 14 910 COIfSTITOTIOIVAL LTRIST. In Erin O'Connell, with fierce resolution} Haron^piei for Repeal, while tlie Prieits round iiiin stand, Excitinff the Popcsmen to wild revolution, Thelcinffdom to rend, and with blood drench tho land. The Viceroy, meanwhile, who should govern our Isle, Permits vilo sedition uncheckM to extend- Then, Protestants true, it devolves upon you Your country, the Altar, and Throne to defend. Should France with invasion our peaceful Hhore»i threaten, And Rebels arise, as in dark Ninety-eight, The Gauls by our bold British tars would be beaten. And Protestant valour would treason defeat. Fiiir liberty herd wo too deeply revere, >? To let Ronio once more an ascendancy gain ; . Her deeds in the day she in Britain held sway. Foreshadow the blood that would ilow in her reign. R. Young. THE BEGGING BOX. .A''>' Of ail the trades that's in the land A begffing is the best, For by the begging business I've filled my money x;hest; And when my chest is emptied. In spite of wind or rain, Pll resume my trade of begging. And replenish it again. Chorub — With my locomotive begging box I travel many a mile, — , My all-productive begging box — ^ 0, 1 can beg in style! *-M ■n; But to overload my begsing-box, I manage friend and loe. So fare you well at present. For a-bej^ing I must go. YE FREE ORANGEMEN. Air — " Vicar and Moses." !^^ A Ye free Orangemen, I have taken my pen, Your exalted science to praise; Your motto is true, *, And the purple and blue. Love and peace m each bosom must raise. Tol lol de rol, &c. In the ScripturesV record, Our masteries and word Beam forth with a lustre divine ; And each free Orangeman That regards the right plan, /. With a gracious refulgence doth shine. Tol lol de rol, &c. 'N-^ ■»/. ^V4? Thro' the annals of fame. All ages proclaim That the laurel to vict'ry is due ; 'Tis ours, for on earth, What can boast of such birth, As the bright Orange, Purple and Blue ? Tol lol de rol, &c. CONSTITUTfONAL LYRIST. 213 From bondage we came, And passM Jordan's stream, Conducted by an heavenly hand; iafr> And our worcl and our sign, So^mysterious divine, They brought us to Canaan's blest land. Tol lol de rol, &c. Our heavenly guide Did the waters divide, Our priests with the ark march'd before ; And the waters did close, ^ To frustrate our foes. When we all landed safe on the shore. Tol lol de rol, &c. yiiiitV From Moab we came, Thro* Jericho's plain. Escorted by two and an half; Whom the same godly hand That conducted our band. From danger preserved all safe. Tol lol de rol, &c. I Now we're fix'd in our tents, No member repents Communion with our social tribe; And each true Israelite, We friendly invite. And our mysteries with him we'll divide. f-jp, ,Tollolderol, &c. But the unciircumcis'd By us are despis'd. Let them grovel at home in the daik; ^' ^'- 214 GONSTlTUTIONiAL LYR^T. Le^t, like th' priests of Baal^ Tbey victims may fall For presuming to look ia the ark. Tol lol de tol, &c. Strict allegiance we swear To our monarch so dear. And this, until death, is our strain; The Protestant cause. Its religion and laws. May each Orangeman's bosom maintain. Tol lol de rol, &c. And now for to end. Here's a health to each friend, * Who's heart is still loyal and true; May our colours still be ; * The badge of loyaltv, *' The bright Orangf(^ JPurpIe, and Blue. To] lol de rol, &c. THE TRUE ISRAELITE. When Abraham left Horeb, and the land of Chal- deans, > In obedience to an order, but not for sake of gains, He was a chosen vessel, prepared for the Light, The father of the faithful, and a True Israelite. From him descended Jaceb, Grandfather of each Tribe, And among whom was Moses, and chosen for their guide, He was a loving Brother, and saw the shining Li^ht, Which none on earth beholdeth but a True Israehte. '-'4.-' i ^*> CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. ai5 . iThere was a darkness over Egypt for a short space of time, Which caused all Trae Israelites together to combine, Six hundred thousand chosen men, blest by Jehovah's beams, Conducted were, by Moses, safe across the Purple streams. I've been chosen 'mongst this number, as you may understand, To leave Egyptian darkness, and view the Promised Land ; But I was much disheartened, though little then I said. When bidden to strip off my clothes, the Purple stream s to wade. 1 was led into paths, quite idestitute of sight. Where none can be admitted but a True Israelite; >: I rapp*d and cried, for two and a half had done the same before. When the Master said " An Israelite," and opened wide the door. Three paces I advanced, and was humbly bowing down. When a hissing serpent stung me, and on me he did frown; Likewise the horns did loudly blow, just as we march- ed around, ' And like the walls of Jericho I fell upon the ground. Three times then I ascended — which few will under- stand. Unto the top of Pisgah, where Moses viewed the land; But eac'a time came tumbling down, being deprived of sight; Till I at length receivedthe Mark of a True Israelite. 316 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRiST. But when at length I saw the light, I was no more afraid, Reniemb'ring cunning workmen in Purple are arrayed; Go search the Holy Scriptures, and you will find it there ; ct/r^ There is a few selected boys the Purple y«t can wear. Before I do conclude 1*11 mention a few thihgs,— ; How Joshua fought and conquered the two and thirty Kings,— How Gideon's foes, before his band, like April snow did melt, ** Beat by a few selected boys who lap'd but never knelt. When IsraePs sons crossed Jordan with Joshua as their guide, A stone was taken from thf stream by a man in every tribe; And in a place called Gilgal, as holy writ doth say. For a testimonial they remain unto the present day. Here's a health unto our Worshipful, come all and with me join ; For as Joshua crossed old Jordan, King William cross* ed the Boyne; Where Moses led the Israelites we'll cross the stream again, . "* But Pharoah's host was swallowed up beneath the 41^ I'aging main. So now I will conclude, and no more I will explain ; But a sign was given to Noah, which doth with us remain ; Be true unto your Standard, and there's none shall you annoy, ^ For there's none so true and loving as a loyal Purple Boy. ■? ^ '. . c6nstitutional lyrist. 217 THE WIDOW'S FRIEND. Oh did you hear the doleful news, Th!;c galls the heart of all True Blues, Our Royal Marksmen must refuse Another step to go. I tear it from the book of fate. The page that holds the sad mandate. Which has been issued here of late. To cause our overthrow. Dear brethren of the Scarlet band. Who sought and found the promised land, And marched together hand in hand To conquer Jericho. Oh! will ye now your rights maintain. Or will ye travel back agaii^? I'm sure you'll answer with disdain. And back you will not go! Ye lustrous order of the Blue, The brightest craftsmen worked for you, And we'll assist each brother too. Well skill'd in mystic lore. Oh! think on him who once was tried. And to preserve our secrets died! * Then let's press onward side by side, Till foes assail no more. r' T^oi* sure no true and valiant Knight Who wears the emblem of true light. And clothed in mystic armour bright^ Will break the vows he swore! And it must be a vain decree. That noble Knights of chivalry, Shall sell their dearest liberty And fall for evermore! '*'/nv 'A': 218 CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST The unprotected we defend — The Orphan's help, the Widow's friend — The lonely stranger we attend, When in calamity ; . Our lives we freely woiild lay down For to support the British Crown, And 'fight for honour or renown ' **?«'.*' Against each enemy. Then brethrtjn let us all repair, With due submission to the Chair, And hearts that still are free from care. To drink and merry be; Let each one by his brother stand, And take a bumper in his hand. And toast the Institution grand. With praises three times three. ■ -.t*,' fr- *:*^^;-' THE DREAM. One night as I slumbered and on my pillow lay, A vision cameto me and thus he did say, ''Arise from^our slumber and quickly draw near, I'll show you the ground-work which now shines s clear.' CHORUS. So you marksmen be steady and true to your cause. Remember bold Joshua and King William's laws. Then I drew near to him just where he did stand, ; With a mantle he clothed me, and a star in my hand ; Throagh valleys he led me, and paths where he trod. Where no one could travel but those that feared God. So you marksmen, &c. CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST. 219 Then I was admitted where no light did betmi, I travelled through th' wilderness onto Jordan's stream ; Till we came to a mountain, to the top I did climb. And the Worshipful Master gave me the Grand Sign ; So yon marksmen, &c. « Then we pursued our journey, Joshua was our guide. Saying " lift these twelve stones that*s by Jordan's stream-side," So we done it for Joshua, by Jehovah's good will. Who for the same cause made the Sun to stand still. So you marksmen^ &c. Then we travelled on our journey unto Jericho^ And next unto Gilgal, where all marksmen must go; There we built up our Camp, 'twas by the hotd*s command. And to this very moment our ground-work doth stand. So you markitnen, &c. So come you Purple Marksmen who are link'd in one band. Let all join in chorus, while around me you stand, And may our Purple Order still flourish and shine. And we'll think on the vision that gavg us the grand ' , sign. So you marksmen, &c. ;-"iSy^iM5sl:-.ii:' TRUE BLUE. Here's a health to the friends that we lo% Be they with us, or be they awa' ; And wha winna wish gude luck to their frien'. May never gude luck be their fa'. > i^ CONSTITUTIONAL LYRIST* It*a gude to be merry and wise, It's gude to be honest and true, . . It's suae to stand fast to our flag to tlio last. Which, in friendship, is ever true blue. Then here's to th^ lad that is true To his frien*, like his colors, true blue. For it's gude to stand fast to our flap to the last. And in friendship be ever True Blue. Here's a health to the friend that we lo'. The friend that will soon be awa', ^ Here's a health to Robhi, the pride of our clan,. Tho' in sorrow he's leaving us a' ; * May the rosea of joy round his brow J /lAi X In the chaplet of honor be twin'd. And his true bosom know, hearts that warmly can glow As those he leaves sadden'd behind. • 'it Then fill to the lad that is true To his friend, like his u>l9r8, true blue. Who aye will stand fast to his flag to the last> And in friendship be ever True Blue. itii ^dfT.r,'n:^ THE MASON'S FAREWELL. Air — **^Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'." Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu, Dear brothers of the mystic tie; Ye favor'd and enlighten'd few, Comp^ions of my social joy ; Thoi^h I to foreign lands must hie, Pursuing fortune's sliddery ba' ; With melting heart and brimful eye, I'M mind you still tho' far awa. «*:K? 'f CONSTITUTIONAL .LYRIST. 221 Oil haye I met your social band, To spend a cheerful festive night; Oft nionor'd with supreme command, Presided o'er the sons of light; And by that hieroglyphic bright, Which none but craftsmen ever saw, Strong mem*ry on my heart shall write Those happy sclBnes when far awa. May freedom, harmony, and love, Unite you in the crand design, ^Beneath th' Omniscient eye above. The glorious Architect divine! ^hat you may keep th' unerring line, iStill guided by the plummet's law. Till order bright completelv shine, jShall be my prayer when far awa. And you farewell, whose merits claim Justly that hishest badge to wear; May Heaven mess your noble name. To Masonry and Scotia dear; A last request permit me here. When yearly you assemble a'. One round, I ask it with a tear. To him, the friend, that's far awa. And you, kind-hearted sisters fair, I sing farewell to all your charms, Th' impression of your pleasing air. With rapture oft my bosom warms; Alas, the social winter's night No more returns while breath we draw. Till sisters, brothers, all unite, Jn that Grand Lodge that's far awa. JBurna. 993 C02VSTITaTI0NAL LYIUST. HAIL, MYSTERIOUS— GLORIOUS MASONRY! Air—** Rule Britannia.^' When earth 'a foundatioDs first were laid By the Almighty artist's hand, 'T was then our perfect laws were made— • Establiiih'd by his strict command. Hail, mysterious — hail, glorious masonry That makes us e\ev great and free. As man throughout for shelter sought, In vain from place to place did roam. Until from heaven he was taught To plan, to build, to fix his home. Hail, mysterious, &c. Hence, illustrious rose our art. And now its beautious piles appear, Which shall to endless time impart, How worthy and how great we are. Hail, mysterious, &c. "f mdW:^ ■ f,^5'f - Nor yet less fkm'd for every tie By which our inmost thoughts are bound, Love, truth, and friendship socially Join all our hearts and hands ai'ound. Hail, mysterious, &c. Our actions still by virtue bless'd, 1^ v^ And to our precepts ever true; The world admiring, shall request To learn, and our bright paths pursue. 4 Hail, mysterious, &c. ^ ■jm J/-; CONSTITUTIONAL LTRIBT. MASONIC SONG. ^m * All hail to the morning That bids us rejoice ; The tennple's completed, Exnit nigh each voice ; The cap-etone is finish*d, ^ Our labour is o'er; The sound of the gavel Shall hail us no more. Tn the power Almighty, who ever has guided The tribes of old Israel, exalting their fame, To him who hath govem'd our hearts undivided, , Let's send forth our voices, to praise his great name. Companions, assembled On this joyful day, ^^ (Th' occasion is glorious) The key-stone to lay ; Fulfill'd is the promise, By the Ancient of Days, To bring forth the cap-stone. With shouting and praise. There's no more occasion for level or piumb-IinCj For trowel or gavel, for compass or square; Our works are completed, the Ark safely seated, And we shall be greeted as workmen most rare. Now those that are worthy. Our toils who have shar'd, And prov'd themselves faithful. Shall meet their reward. ;'y Their virtue and knowledge. Industry and skill, Have our approbation,. J Have gain d our good will. w COIfSTITUTlOKAL LTRIST. We accept and receive the Most Excellent Masters, Invested with honours, and power to preside ; Among worthy craftsmen, wherever assembled, The knowledge of masons to spreiMl far and wide. Almighty Jehovah * Descend now, and fill This Lodge with thy glory, Oor hearts with g|Ood will ! Preside at oar meetings, Assist as to find True pleasure in teaching Good will to mankind. Thy wisdom inspire the great institution, Thy strength shall support it, till nature expire ; And when the creation shall fall into ruin. Its beauty shall rise through the midst of the fire! T. S. Webb. COME LET US PREPARE. Comb let us prepare, We brothers that are, Assembled oil merry occasion ; Let's be happy and sing, . For life is a spring, To a Free and an Accepted Mason. The world is in puin, Our secrets to gain. And ^pl let them wonder and gaze 6h ; They ne'er can divine. The word or the sign. Of a Free and an Accepted Mason. • # CO!f§flTUTlO!f4L LYMllfr. 2Si5 'Til thii am' *tn that, They cannot tell wh^t, Why BO many great men in the nation, Should aprons pot on. To make themselves one With a Free and an Accepted Mason. Great kings, dukes and lords, Have laid by their swords, Our myst'ry to pnt a good grace on; And thought themselves fam'd, To have themselves nam'd. With a Free and an Accepted Mason. We're true and sincere. And just to the fair. They'll trust us on any occasion; No mortal can more The ladies adore, Than a Free and an Accepted Mason. Then join hand iii band, By each brother firm stand, Let's be merry And put a bright face on; What mortal can boast So noble a toast, As a Free and an Accepted Mason ? th- THE ENGLISHMAN FKOM HOME. Vi,i. cross the Atlantic — I will, I'll ctoss o'er the wid«-fol1in|f sea, 15 im CONS^riTUTIOvf A& LYUUT. For my cQnj^tiy i^ ^^t-j^slj^ it Btf)) << 1:,;A Oh! why w«f | ten>pt^;|<^roi|in,^^o i; > . Or, tended, SQ ^s'ly j^o^^i i i Why ({^r^fjdie epde9r^fo^ of |»o]ne^,,i •c'^ J The erring |nylu)8^tf[^ r' - >( voii) Wliere are the kind pafents who bade The tender and trembling ** adieu!" , , And, where is sweet Phcebe — dear maid. Where, wher^i^re ti^-^penes of:iny youth,. ;. The flowery meads and, the rills ? Oh! powerColrlangilageoif trbtht .n.iK.i:.i¥ My heart ijwjth «aiotum. iVfiUsi I ■ ) ivtw. f\ My parents hciv^'left me^ itsava^' < ' ;^f -" ' To find consoiiMoti above; ^'^''^^Vf*^?^ And I»hdeb0, Acrt intirig delays, '^•^ f- f *' Has proven her love — fickle love^. But, shaU I depp^v and m^r.,<. r.iiJi ViC ^f ^.^e'^Mtj^awrovjof^indr, j,^,^.,^^ To live ^^he,|5p;^^ip(iaf^iwa,,ji ,,1^ ,^ lt;:.'t '(aimj />: ji.nw JJOOb irnVvy b(tHJ bai"'; There are. those whotn^ak^by ,th0 hand u '» The orphan and child of distress! ^'iUPm.^pa^t^a^ Jban,d t^true,^a^d, , , -y And tasto ^Y}^ ^he^^tri^^ Wppipei?*^.,,^!^ AnU' iUl visit tbi^^dear spot of ■m COSiSinVTlOftAL LYRISt. 227 Tho' weeping, reioice e'^ thefr weitb, ' And seek m their faonie in the ^yi - ; ^ So, ril croM the Ailaiitifc— I will. - :^J^ IMl cross o'er old ocesii's' gre<^May -^} , For my ootBintry, old England, doth st^ * 1' '' Qrow deareriiiitt deardrto im^. J^ &. L. ■'song of the nmjci^f'' MAY I8th, 1788. u»^fW Behold, behold! the ledges boiid '' Frown to the darkened wave; '' Na i^ats from palace or from camp — Artiirry's roar nor horseman's tramp , ^y^' Bids welcome to tljp hrave \ jJ^iS iii** But the froazT fei^, with vaiK>ars «am^ Exciain^ ** b^Uo^d yOiir gravel*' ; - f* Avaunt, avaunt! ye frogs that cbapt Within your stagnant bowers,— ;f^^ j^' '^ Where th* eaelb scrims ao wild aivdlKnll;^ As she seeks D^r nest on the rocky bill^^; ' Tis there weHl build dnr towers; And the pond we*ll deck w|th a noisy mill. For the' whole—the toAoAe is ours^^^ ?rfm'i V.,,;. ,;io V) ;);iri> I,ii; ,iJ,iU,j-<(: »'l'I Where t^^^ihiV^^i^roar^^il^treii:'^^ ;'''K rShall wharves and stores alri^e, ' And wherd the sea-gull *a flight is sped , Or the bittern's sliVttjk is tieal *^i>^^ Their shadows wide shall fling; And bu8i},ed shall be those wild notes when Oac sweet Charcfa^b^Us shall ring. The tow 'ring jna&tg, which bear the b^sists Shall stud the harbour wide, ' ' And, levelled by th' electric shock, ' Smooth streets shall i^nn where the huge rock Looks stejrnlv on the tide^ And there the fluttering orowa« shall flock. And gay ^ ^qi^^^trians rid«..,, j„,,^,;^^y4 ^:: The buGw hun^ (iTrmo and drum, ,;, ^ ^ ;^ Shall nail tbia far^kmed dfty^ The red-cxo!|& flagshall. prpndly soar-^ ,r. Our arin^4 i^escecdants nutt'ring o*er— 7 And ro^fial bands sMI play^,.^;^^ , ,^^,.\ - To celebrate with| wiki uproar ll-H j:„.^f ^^TJiEN^fH DAY OF ^X-,/ tt^ I STANZAS t6 TH^ WATEJt liLY . Air — The Lass of Cowrie. Modest, Thy fkc6 Where th' t2^ ba^o^ld'l^yfiSb^pt From the dtm deer hunt retnming. COHSTITUTIONjf^ l^VHiST. d99 Sweetest, thou 4wp4ls the glooni-^ Caird forth by fprnier sett^rp' 49(>9>i . . , And bids our exilied rqice to hlooiiir^ Till brig;ht^ hopes ftr?l)DrniflgV When darkness fliiigs on ^arth h^ pail, : And nightrdews cmi thy ieeflets fall , . . u « I Thy mantle closes oirer all-f- Thy head in sorrow li»ending; But wliUBU awtike by J^oVb behei^ Thy spreading leaves on th* Wateft rest," And th' cheering rays upon thj breast With softest tints are folendms. , ' ^ Fair emblem of eaclj ref\|g^Q ! \ C > ^ How much he noiy r^penoiblen thjpo 1/ " j , i Forced from his native Ta^diofl^er ^e droops bis be^4 m gpirrow,— ^^ i^ u i A Arictimi of rebellion fpul—-: '^ His spirit yet stiajl Wrst c6iitrol» And though to-i4sfat car0^:crui?^ h|s,ilQiii I . ^^^ Jiia hoj^es sba!T#|ffiii^'f(>*^ jr The Rtise jjif £i)gtand iha^ lie'fair, » And Scotia's sons the Thistle rear, • '^ The Shamrock still may flourish where^ ^ ^ The brave Hibernians rally, ^^ :^ .: a'] But inodest flower— to Engtan^ Ifue j - - ' We'll mix thy cohnirs with the ft/ue, ' ' J>ror time nor rebels change thf hvie. Sweet'«p)f>f tte Vaiyiev!;: ^ *. Hm^ ..;!% w^#^-^'Miy.;*^4 ' A ■ ' ■•<« MY mxpmpommm And drank of the cop of ^^•<»«p»,|| yt^^W ^ cdNltlTUllONAL LYki»f. I have daiiced to the gaytet measure, * »Mi^l4'i In^h^ Haifa of dtBtelihur bridkt; ' 'f »^ '^ '-> I have dwelt in a blaze of SpTendonr, AMd^BtoodiB'theOonrteofKingfi, «jnW :\% " ^^ ^ And dazzlioff with their rays, ^ - I pine for the ties that bound me, '^', ^'<^' ^^ In life's first earlVdays; '^'*!fti ^^ I Ions for one of thode ininny hours, ' W'^^lftqi;? "^ Ere day was turned to hirirt,-— ^'^^'^''^'^^'^l^ For one of those nosegays of fresh wild flower», Instead of those Jewelft bright. vTxfX' I weep when I gaze on the scentless toys, < ?. 4<»^ v:t? ^ uw^^tm^ ^ < ^ 4- •■ jS"'" €0NST1TUT|0;«AL^ ^l^ltk^r. m That tile ** Loyalist" paper 4e§^e0 f^ Oar Glasses, and drink to th^ hiejiUl^ 0^ n m When warm-hearted N»tli!vj'WB»attaekecM>3r^Baor8, The btood^thbitty vilkiof^ nrhosurrdiiaidedhisdotrs, When the cowardly Mayclrdi^iiiDt)dBl0(i«terpKM&, To protect worthy cniteni'ioi|n;ali(3bdei»liBbfmf.;.: ;.:;^'. «<*h^r♦bi>■^G jH;:^ik to til:. i£:;! /-r^ And^^hen villaibi of et#ry ghiA^ a^^d^lie^ f^^> From the midiii^i aHiiisiih^tOfhiliA ^o'^likds'^'^Tee^" Were assidaously trying, each in his o'wn way. The flag of rel^el}w?q^a5o(l^di^?:5^ ^, ,^^^ ^^^. It was then Doak S^,JU\iMim.tM ^^ In the might and the pow'r p^ ConsjB^^xeiGii^, i Expos'd the dark.^eeds, pf tbe .^i^pyal firpw, j; ^(j , And proved that the f *jifty^i|t',^ ^% «« ti^Jblij^o.' ,' '^ii'jw-jlti*^**^ ffi-HWfi e>(j>;a.^;j»on e^oidf'io 3i'jd r'j'i Tho' incarcerated aft pthevri have beenv >; bfi^imu The victim^ of 4nitie8^ ittjliiBtioe!;8Dd intocbi^ qootT i Yet, unflinching integrtty^ataHlhibyJMid £iat,4d T 'jrb^a«g,Mk^«bcase.Niel«on,ii|)ey/*AaU'diUrtlie Their '« Stahdard'^ is rais'd» near <' Head Quarters" it stands. Come boys rally 'rPund it with hearts and with hands That ne*er will relinquish the glorious strife Of war, with the i9e:tlint ^Mn^d «aj|@faon life. Come boys, rally '^[ahd it With >< tb)f^ British eheer^l ' ' And ne'er be dismjlj^'^ '^iHhft^^li^tot^^^fe^P - 'Till then we may mfely expect to retain ■rl. » .So now- to the ** J,oyal«8t '*^k|j'«l and ^ti-ucj^jiitijA ut We tender our praise, as all potrlotf^do; ,%-^^^| ^^.s^ f- :«% Air — Jessy o* Dnmblone. GoM£ (Ul the glais che^rfy^a bumper p* kin^ess/ vf To the &ir of N^-Brunswick^ whoin none can ei- eel; ; - Fm: surely his eyes mnst be' stricken with bMndnese^' Who'd a stranger prefer to a New-Brunswick belle. They're Mobming ana fair — void of showy refining — And pure as the heavens which o'er them uniVinsv, Their beauty* and goodhess so sweetly entwining — '' No heart but must worship our New-Brunswick Girls. ^ The fair of Italia, ao witity and sprightly, ;^- Are fickle^ and often pove false to their lord^, ^ While the ladies of Spain, whose black eyes shine so brightly, Must sometimes be won by their lovers keen swords. And the famed belles of France, though they've all that can varoiidi, ' Voluptuously olfMp d, in the giddy waltz whirls; But waltz nor fandango, nor ausht that can tarnisb, -^ Shall e'er fix a stain on our New-Brunswick Girls. Here are blonds and brunettes— here is ev'ry oeai<^ plexion^* From the maid of Glendower to th' Saxon or Dane ; All duteous and kind, such unbounded afi'ection, . That search the world through you U 9e'er find it agam. jt4*fl*':1ij?i^ C->^H. i-ii«WJy|^-?*Sl"l---i. T^,-:,, ",.■' >• CQ:«tiTlTUTI0K-Al4 hYRi9T, 233 I'^sfc. If e*er they quc« )o\'e you, though trouble o*^tt4li«r you— Though poverty on you its thunderbolt hurls — Though blighted and seared, they will naver forsake you—' May heaven still bless them, oui^ M^W-Brunswick Girls. T, Hill.^ mf i H I " "J .15^ Itf.C f^m itM l^• FARE THEE WEL|- w- m'. Mii'i :f-to French Air. lo'-l VN vedT Fare thee well land of my birth, ^ Dear unto mi9 ever, ^ Not an object on this cafth My heart from thee shall sever. • Chorus — Cfaarmina were thy flowery dells y When last I gazed' upcM thee; , /" " Swe^ly rung the village bells . 4' .^]tw ' ^' When fortune tore me from thee. f ."- ::,.< ??'f'fl Fare thee well my childhood*8 home, - \ iii hji " Where long I dwelt JO blithely; -j Though destined far from thee to roam, . , - loY , I Ml dream upon thee nightly. . v;^.'.'^ Can I forget— while Flora's beam Came glimmeriiig down the alley- How oft I've wandered by the stream ^i Which decks thy rural valley ! ' ^rt« «SMrt^ Can I fbi^et that ancient pile "^^ "^'^^^^^ With gothic shire and sashes, « ^ '^ !>, n'it'>n 234 CONSTITUVtOHAL LYRIST. "^H' O.J ►XtT H 'While sleeps in the florrounding soil ^ MytH«Wl8'^-inyintther*8iuihes1 *«^'»^v The Inenda froiiCwhoipa I wept to part— J^;^:,^ * Thou 8t«t rel^m v^itli li»^ij my be^j^^^^J,^,^^^ ^ . And hfe from ^^e^w. ^rearyj^ ,,. .i. ).7. ii n'ljf):^ \ - '^F*^ . Those evening be|Ii»^bo^.dflai^uieaouQd-^ni|^ How oft with childiab v^fid0i^ ; * ;!j|i ^ t-y^^A rve listened to the cheering, ro^nd^ f^^^ r.. ri^l if «^ Awakening echo's thunder, ...li el iiifi fi ■ ■'■■*>•■. ' ■ . ^ ■ ' *.tKcjJr-rf.h/, One lonely wish my bosom draws — \fevi.' ,ftfi# From foreign lands to sally ; -im t^h lyiJ\ Once more the raging main to cross* VlnrcKl' And see my native valley. >>'-'^j'> Cbu'DHttg were thy flewory dells / When last I gazed upon thee;;\''^'»^ '/ v' Sweetly rang the visage bells , . When fortune tore me from thee. .. I . TiffUl * -if.t.) 'I. ' ""^ V • r %';■:> 'v' •• ;'."'^- ».*f^j»>,"? ,- ' f> ,' T.'. in . ; .?J=''^ ^^^ ■(ilt,J.:;,- ^% ■'■* ■ - . it' ' \ \^i '•i«-tf* .>•'!"■ 'j k .1 1 . > »•:' .ji^y 'it{">-* S*!./ ' ,^-:|r. r^oj;: ;t..ii<4g n'. 'V' CONTENTS. .('»'»' A BUMPER of ivine come, fi)l|. fill »iouimI» r< - A hamper for England — ^bigh crowned where she sita, . - - - - - ;•; ^ - 42 A hmve and jolly yeoman long, - »r-'? - 208 A song for the I)ake — the brave old Duke, • 2C A song for the Oak, the brave old Oak^ - - 86 A wet sheet and a flowing sea, ... 102 Adieu, adiea, my only life, - - - - 92 Adieu! adieu! my native shore, - . v : . 94 Adieu! a'heart-warm fond adieu, - •> • 220 All hail to the Ctveen of the fair &nd the brave, - 125 AU hail to the morning, • - - - - 228 Ail hail to St. George! whose guardian hand, • 120 Alas, lovely Erin, sUll torn and distracted, - 180 And do our Irish Protestants, .... 148 Assembled now what is our view, ... 160 Asiemble, my brothers, assemble aud see, - 164 As slow our ship her foaming track, - . 106 As freedom walked one evenmg fair, - - 169 Away, my brave boys^ haste away to die shore, * 27 Behold, behold! the ledges bold, - - .227 Blest be our country and our Queen, - • 176 Britain, thy treacherous foes have at length pre- vailed, - 204 British tars are hearts of oak, > - - - 91 Britons brave for evermore, .... 186 Cheer up ray jolly British tars, . • > » 114 Come cheer up my lads and to glory we'll steer, 12 Come cheer up my lads, &c., <- - - - 103 Come war! come war! I'll try my band, . . 46 'Come, come to arms ye Spartans, - - .69 Come, come my brave New-Brunswick^B sons, . ^ Come fill a bumper high, &c., - - - - 07 Come listen to my story, - ... - 77 Coine all von British Soldiers, ^c, - - - 8i i. . i". - ■ ■■a : 23^ qonxuHVi, Come all ye children of itie soil, ... 122 Come never tet your spirits pine, - - -186 Come fiaste to our Lodge my dear friends of the . garter, - - - - - . - 153 Come brethren i/jth united voice, - - - 174 ^ome rest in this liodge thou dear friend in dis- ^ ■f tress, - -' - - ''***^' - - 180 Come all ye geese of Peter's flodk, U«J' .;# ' - 195 Come let us meet in love pud glee, • ' "'•*^'^* * 807 Come let us prepare, - - - *^'' -L 224 Come fill the glass cheerly, &c. '^;^-^^^ ^ ; . 25? ■.',;.* .■ . '- ■ ii j>.ui' .,..•'" '?#fif^ffii.fi.*j .'5- Daddy Neptune one day to J'reedom did say, - 117 Deserted by the waning moon, - .^ v?l*,, n" ^^^ Does haughty Gaulinvasion threat, - ' %m ^ . ."ii^if Enrolled in our bright annals, &c., - Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eye, -^ ,^ Father, hear oar prayers ascending* - Farewell to thee £rin, my own beloved Isle, Farewell, thou fair day, &c., - - Fare thee well land of my birth, i ,j,ii!.>n m Fill high the cup to him whose sword. Fill the merry, merry bowl, &c., F^r England when, with favouring gale, , ^ F^l many a long winter's night, . •? ft > t :- 1B2 * 19» - 12S - 09 i- 288 - $7 - 22 . 101 - 187 Genius of Brings Emerald Iiili^t Qtod save onr graci4>9« Queen, f . 149 Mail! dawn of freedom, brightest day, . -189 H^rk! that wild rushing, sound, &c., - <- 93 Mfurk the merry bells are going, - - - l|f8 He comes^ from the wars, from the red (Reld of fight, - - - - - - - W Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling, - ^^ i I I 1 I I CONTtNTi. 237 Here around this bright flag let us ffarlMsly stand, - - * - - - - 162 Here's to her who long, - - - - - 15 Here's a health to merry England, - - ^34 Here's a health to honest John Bull^ •< - 40 Here's a health to Scotland, the' land of the brave, 90 Here's a health to tht friends that we lo', - 219 His sword and plume are on his pall, - •49 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, - ISI I am the Isle of the old and brave, - - - 19> I saw him go with a swelling heart, - - 48 I have sailed from my home, &c., - - . 108 I was courted by a young man, &c., * - 111 I am a son of Albion, - **.*** ~ ^^^ I have tasted each varied pleasure, - • - 229 rtl sing you a good olo song, &c., - • - 88 I'll sing ycu a good old song, &c., • ' - - 109 I'll cross the Atlantic, I will, <> . - . 226 In the midst of the seas, &c., > * - - 10 It was on Sunday morning early, * - - » M. it is now understood, - - ^ •* » ' 40 'July the first in Oldbridge town, OLet mirth pipe all shipmates, &c.. Let each fill his glass, &c. , - - - Let the lily of Frnnce in luxuriance bloom » ; -Let sailors and soldiers unite in one cause. Let Erin remember the days of old, - Loud roared the British Thunder, HTT . ■ ■ . ; '- ' .• • • .March to the buttle field, - - -.: .Midst pleasures and pakices tho' we may roaiifi. Modest flower, that seeks to hide, vMy name dy'e see 's Tom Tough, &c., - ^■- Native land I'll love thee eter, - 71 - 90 . 44 - in - m - 181 - 75 . 'i4 - 110 .^8 . 116 998 COffTKNT*. Not a Atvitn wai heard n«^ a Aintrat noto, Mow the rage of battle en^'^, * . « Oi here*! to the band that ttill hononrs the kUt, 55 0; love ii the •oUl of a trne OmngeniBD, - '^ 150 0» thoaofallthoaover^igiiLMrdl, - - -SOS Odiir Nelson*! tomb ivith ailent grief oppreaaed/ M O^ proad Londnnderrj the red flag ia watkig, 140 or Nelson and the North, ' - - .* v 80 Of all the trades that's in the Iand» - - > < - 910 Och! aona of pratiea I know* how great is, ' 'u. lit Oh! think not my sptrita are aiwovaaa light, - IS Oh, there'a not m the wide world an Empire o« ?^'i'*^ State, - - - - - - -201 Oik, Pilot! *tia a fearful nisht, > - :<. t ^ • 104 Oh talk not of Italy's bright axuro sky, * < 126 Oh! 'tis sweet to think that whene'er we rove, 178 Oh, Erin! with a throbbing heart, - - ■ -^^ 201 Oh, did you hear the doleful news, - - 217 One night as I alombered and on my^pillow lay, 218 Oppressed with unavailing grief, - « - 19% Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had '^'^^ lowered, - - - - -^ - ' .;- ' ■ . ■ ; ■ .; ■ , 1 ' ' y ■-■• Poor Joe the Marine was^ in Portsmouth well known, - - - . -- ^ no Remember the gloriea of VViliiani the bravo. Rise, rise, old England's might. ■ i"* - 179 - 52 ft : » V/- Shftdes of evening,' olose not o'or us, SiNMild auM acquaintance be forgot, Stand round, my brave boy Sy /« Snbltme wai the warning that Uberty »poke,..<->' .f , •♦71.12 Tell mc, my frinndtjiv why are we met here; "Tis duty that calls hh and wo will obev, - 4- tOWTENTi. 339 The banner of Enclawl flowa. i" • .. > The banner of Old Enf^laiid, - .1- r 'ult' The tree that our forefathers planted of old, The^eii^trtlalel the seagirt Isle! - > f*: :..r The Minatrel-Bopr to the war ia gone> -^ , ( li The oak of oor fathers to freedom was deariiu !r9> rj. The sea! the sea! the open, open sea. The foea: of our country are gathering rouad» . The gloomy hour of trial's p'er, - , - i Vn% rebel *a hopes rose fkaXii ,.i - t - - The pibroch that tbrough/tJlslor's. dells. - ,: <,;r The glory of £ng)a^t.wthegrea,i0st of nations, f - - Therers a! green islQ, qntdwipajed in white. There stands in tho midst of the anibient sea, There is a land midst the waves, ^•, ^ ,'■ ,• There is, in the lone, lone sea, . • - i • There is a time of happiness, - -. - ^ Though rudicnl knaves strive to raise up iv storm, 18f Through town und glen rejoice ! regoico ! */ , • Stf To firitaiiv 3 glorious walls of oak, -. - r n 90 To-morrow, comrade, we, .,-,fi -* ■"> " 5* 'Twas on Corninna*s height,. - -. ' • 48 Upon tho hill he turned to tnkt' a last fond look, 93 Wake Royal Maiden, from thy soft feposp, ' ^ l24 Wake, Yeomen of Englatxi! the hour is at hknd, 152^ We tars are all for fun and glee, 7 80 70 94 106 '^ 128^ ^.144 1!77> 209) <8 21 45 IIU 175 Weep, Britaih, Weep for Tnnafgair 117 „ '!■ ■'■ •■; - •' "'- Bl Well' met my dear friends, ' ^ '■''' ' '-> - * 171 Well may the bard his life enjoy, - - - 194 We'll wreath a chaplet for the hrowv - i -29 We've furled the banner that waved 90 long,> • "/.^OO Whate'er mj^ fate — where'er I roam, , i .n u'i2(>' Wfcen Britain' first, at heaven '« 1 .5 When Britons first, ai heaven's command, - 32 When the drums heat to anna, &c., r «< ^7 When vvmter had aeiiled the majestic, 8cc., - 68 m C^KTErVW. r I When thus bold Sir FHraikeb replied to Sir John, yi^hen wild vvar*8 deadly blast ivas blawn. When Steerwell heard me fir^i impart, When ISatan sat in PaHiament, the Popsh Bill to pd9s« ,•■ * " • ^ *" *" lyhen the god^ ftom abo