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SOxVGSTER. 81
This d —d Yankee powder's too strong, you may see,
For his majesty's ships, so, boys, " helm's a lee.'*
Hail, sons of Hibernia, who deserve our ajpplause,
Hail, hail, sons of freedom, of each state and nation,
Who flew to our standard, defended our cause.
You merit our thanks, you have our approbation;
May our daughters so fair reward with their care.
All foreigners who to our standard repair.
Defend our freedom, our laws and our land,
You deserve our reward; take our daughters' fair hand.
To conclude, here's a health to our chief-men ^d Co.
Their judicious plan, was our city's salvation ;
To our officers, general, rich; poor, high, or low,
Our soldiers, our sailors, our friends, and our nation.
Now pause—for the slain, who died to maintain
Columbia's rights on the land aiid the main;
Peace, peace to their shades, to their memory a tear
Of their souls may the great God of battles take careu
Tlie fiuncli of Ruslies*
It was on a summer's moming.
As I walked forth to take the air,
Down by a shady arbor,
Where seldom strangers do appear,
I espied a comely fair maid,
Who I thought was going astray.
With a bunch of rushes in her hand^
Which she had pull'd on the way.
I cast my eyes around mc,
To see if the coast was clear or no.
And seeing no one near me.
Straightway to her I then did go;
Says 1, my loving fair one.
What are you doing here alone 1
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