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SONGSTER. 37
For I heed neither mother.
Nor father, nor brother,
With heart and hand,
I'll by thee stand.
For in truth I love thee dearly.
There's many a lass I love full weU,
And many who love me dearly,
But there's ne'er a one, except thysel'.
That I e'er could love sincerely.
Corne o'er the heather, &c
Cushlamachree.
As sung by Signorina GARCIA.
Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises.
An emerald set in the ring of the sea;
Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes^
Thou queen of the west, the world's Cushlama
chree.
Thy gates open wic?e to the po(^r and the stranger
There smiles hospitality, hearty and free;
Thy friendship is seen in the moment ot danger.
And the wanderer is wclcom'd with Cushlamachree.
Thy sons they are brave, but the battle once over.
In brotherly peace with their foes they agree;
And the roseat cheeks of thy daughters discover.
The soul-speaking blush that says Cushlamachree
Then flourish for ever, my dear native Erin,
While sadly I wander an exile from thee.
And firm as thy mountains, no injury fearing;
May heaven defend its own Cushlamachree.