24 THE BLACKBIRD. THE EXILE'S RETURN O'ER the hills of Slief gallen as homeward he wander d. The Exile of Erin oft paused with delight, To dear recollection his soul he surrender'd And each well known object returned to his sight. Here was the brook oft he leap'd so light hearted, Here was the bower where with love first he smarted, And here was the old oak where, when he departed, He carved his last farewell, 'twas Erin go Bragh. His heart wild was beating, when softy assail'd him I once had a lover, thus ran the sweet numbers, Now doomed far from me and his country to mourn, Perhaps in the cold bed of death e'en he slumbers— My soul, can'st thou think he will ever return? As a lamb he was meek, as a dove he was tender, This harp, on whose strings oft he's roused each emotion, He left me the pledge of his heart's true devotion, SIEGE OF PLATTSBURGH. Backside of Albany, tan Lake Champlain, And Massa Macdonough, he sail 'em- Make Plattsburgh he home, Wid he army, whose courage nebber fail 'em Eleventh day of September In eighteen hundred and fourteen : Gubbener Probose, and he British soldier, Come to Plattsburgh, a Tea-party courtin. An' he Boat come too, Arter Uncle Sam Boat Massy Donough do, look sharp out he winder? Ah! he always home! Catch fire too, jiss like a tinder! Bow! wow! wow! den de Cannon 'gin t' roar Kick he Boat in de head! Break he heart, broke he shin, 'tove he calf in- Start old Probose home! Taught me soul den, I muss die a laffin. Probose scart so, he left all behind Powder, ball, cannon, tea-pot an' kettle— Some say, he cotch a cold, perish in he mind, 'Bloig'd eat so much raw, an' cold vittle Uncle Sam, berry sorry To be sure for he pain Wish he nurse himself up, well an' hearty An' Massy Donough home, THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. Tune-Anacreon in Heaven. OH! say, can you see by the dawn's early light, tight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming And the rockets red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night Oh! say, does the star spangled banner still wave, On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Of the morning's first beam, Now shines in the stream; Tis the star bangled banner, O! long may it wave, And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore The hireling and slave, Or the gloom of the grave, And the star spangled banner, in triumph shall wave, O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their lov'd home, and the war's desolation, In God is our trust And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave, SANDY AND JENNY. Come, come, bonny Lassie, cried Sandy, awa', Stay, stay, bonny Laddie, then cried 1 with speed, List, list, bonny Lassie, and mind what you do, Fie, fie, bonny Laddie, then cried I again, O, then, a good-bye, bonny Lassie, cried he, Stay, stay, bonny Laddie, cried I, with a smile, THE THORN. From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn, No, by heaven! I exclaim'd, may I perish, If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn. Then I show'd her a ring, and implor'd her to marry; She blush'd like the dawning of morn; Yes, I'll consent, she repli'd, if you'll promise That no jealous rival shall laugh me to scorn; by heav'n! I exclaim'd, may I perish, ever I plant in that bosom a thoro |