f n re h ea 1 9 E ntered accordin to A ct o C o ss in t e r 8 5 b P . C UD MOR E g g , y , y , the fthe L i rari f on t W hin n the o e o b an o C ess a as to D . g r , g , C . PR E F A E C .

It is a great mi sfoftun e that the history of Ireland is not c Sun generally read . It is not read , as a school book , in any

fr t ry . It is excluded om the Irish National Schools of Ire land, Englan d, Scotland and the British colonies . The Irish are losing their na tive language and neglecting the study of the history of Ireland . Irish scholars are more familiar with the history of Greece and Rome than with the history of as Ireland . They are familiar with English literature as with the literature of Ireland . England manages to have her auth ors quoted and read in the British dominions and in America . The Irish all over the world should promote the study of the history of Ireland an d Irish literature and show the world how Ireland has struggled for a thousand years for freedom ; how Ireland has been oppressed by the cruel laws and tyranny “ ’ ’ iffi ul a d c t a . Of England . Engl nd s y is Irel nd s opportunity I r ishmen in America can cripple England commercially and

fi n an ciall e y, as a m ans t o accelerate this opportunity for gain ing the independence of Ireland ! Irish patriots all over the C world will ever cherish the memory of lontarf, Limerick and M VVexford . The name of B rian Born , King of unster and a monarch of Ireland , will always be de r to the hearts of patri otic Irishmen until the end of time . The immortal heroes who fought and died for their country on the fi eld bfClontarf and broke the Danish power all over the world should never be forgotten ! The memory of Clontarf and “ Brien the Brave ” should be cherished by every Irish patriot who hopes for the a glory and independence of Irel nd , when his country shall take its place amon g; the nation s of the earth . The author c nfi d l o ent y hopes tha t the poem on Clontarf, which has been 4 PR E F A C E .

published to perpetuate the memory of Brian Boru , will be welcomed by Irish pa t riots . The author remembers when the picture of Brian Bor n was in the school readers of Ireland . His picture has been carefully excluded from the national school books of Great; Britain and Ireland and English colonies . The battle of Clontarf is one of the great decisive battles ’ of the world . A Victory of Christianity and Ireland s inde en den ce p over foreign invaders, paganism and barbarism . The memory of Brian Bor n and the battle of Clontarf has inspired the Irish with the hope of a decisive Victory over the English invaders . The poems on Limerick and Wexford make an important part of the history of Ireland . The songs are all patriotic . “ Songs are read by people who never read history . B rian ’ ” “ ” “ ” “ Boru s March, A Dream , God M ade the Land Free, Anti ’ “ ’ ” L ibeft can et Renter s March and Ireland s Hymn of y, be s to music . Any person who wishes to set them to music should ’ “ ” correspond with the author . Ireland s Hymn of liberty “ ’ ” and the Anti - Renter s March are composed to familiar Irish “ ” “ ” a 1 airs . God Made the Land Free is composed to n rish air “ ” “ n familiar to Irishme . God Made the Land Free , Anti ’ ” “ ’ ” o or Renter s March , and Ireland s Hymn of Liberty, are pp

- tune to Land Leaguers and all opposed to Irish landlords . The author c on fi den tly hopes that this little volume will

y fi n d be welcomed by ever Irish patriot , that it will a place in every Irish home and public library, and that patriotic

Irishmen will help its circulation . “ ’ G The portraits of Cormac , king of Munster, Ireland s olden ” Sar sfi el d Age, Robert Emmet , Brian Born and should be in Sar sfi eld every Irish family . The portraits of Brian Born and are scarce . The author hopes that these portraits will revive in every

’ Irish heart the ancient military glory of the Irish race and the ’ hope of Ireland s glory and independence . N D E D I C A T IO .

' T o Irish he roe s and patriots who fo ug ht fo r Ire land s i nde pe nde nc e and natio nal lo r and all frie nds ofIrish inde e nde nc e this o lume g y , p , v is m f H R o st re s pe ct ullv de dic ate d B YT HE A UT O . T HE B A T T L E OF C L ON T A R F .

T HE F A BATTLE O CLONT RF .

A 4 23 D 1 1 . A . . 0 PRIL ,

M ehn ur ra a , to Erin great cause of woe, To his country he was a deadly foe ! That Vile traitor fi rst inspired the plan

To sell his country to the Scandian clan . The Vikings their war fleets proudly bore ’ From Anglesea to the Baltic s frozen shore. Si u rd g a of Orkneys joined the league, The Danes of Shetland and the Hebrides ; ’ N rish Norway s great king and the o clan .

Their rendezvous was the Isle of Man .

Si uard g , Brodar, in their ships set sail, ’ In war s array entered Dublin bay . In that battle many a hero fell Who came from the isles between Man and “ ” i n w r flew Su b e of Man his a arrow ,

From isle to isle among his vassal crew .

’ Erin s immortal chief, Brian the Brave In prose and song long will live his name ! A t early d awn of that eventful day ’ The hostile armies met in war s array, conflict To the the Irish chiefs advance,

- ax With sword and shield , the battle and lance . Ireland ’ s heroes now are pale with rage A n d a hand to h nd with the foe engage .

Like a wall of steel the Northmen stood ,

With their bright arms and thirst for Irish blood . ’ ’ Brian s sons, for God and Erin s right , fi h Sword in hand plunged in the thickest g t . ’ O C on or The brave his men to battle led , T HE B A T T L E OF C LONTA RF. ’

Before his sword the Danes in heaps lie dead .

- Sword met sword , the battle ax the spear ;

The crash of arms resounded far and near. The hardy Danes in their green armor bright h Came from their ships and mingled in the fi g t. Like a forest of glittering swords and spears fi l The men in armor on the e d appear . ’ Brian s household guards with the battle - ax

The men in armor did hew and hack . The God - like Mor rog h the Dalcassians led

The fi r st who struck a Danish chieftain dead,

His broadsword dealt destru ction round ,

Until the foe lie bleeding on the ground . Friends and foe lie dying side by side ’ From Howth to L ifi ey s flowi ng tide !

’ Mor ro h g , Chieftain , Brian s eldest son , ’ O u Clontarf s fi eld deeds of valor won .

Against the D anes his valor did employ,

Like Aj ax before the walls of Troy . ’ Steward of Marr, Scotland s valiant chief, ’ Fought and bled on Clontarf s bloody fi eld .

Si uard T horlo h g and g fought hand to hand ,

Like Greek and Trojan with shield and brand . To the Irish Chieftain the Dane did yield b tl efi el Bleeding he lies on the at d . O n the plain and on the sloping shore

Men fought and bled in streams of human gore, flo od Till rills and stream s ran in crimson ,

And friends and foes lie in pools of blood . The clash of arms the high heavens wrung The greatest battle fought beneath the sun ! The Irish phalanx stood the battle ’ s shock And their lines stood as fi rm as a rock !

- The war cry rent the clouds of heaven . “Quarter” was neither asked nor given ! T HE BA TTLE OF C LONTA RF.

The wounded wound and seek each others hearts an d With swords spears and the murderous darts, The Danes for conquest theIrish for the right i In bloody c onfl ct fought from dawn to night . an d Christian pagan met face to face, a n d n ! And fought for life , their ame and race The tide of battle and the clang of arms ’ ’ Rolled o er the fi eld like the winter s storms . “ The ten hundred , in their armor green , ’ Fell that day on Clontarf s bloody fi eld . Great was the slaughter on the fi eld of fame ; ’ lm rr Mae u a of Leinster met a traitor s fate . In that day’ s battle fought for Erin ’ s right ’ fi h Brian s sons and grandson s perished in the g t ,

o fli h No Irish Chieftain ever th ught of g t,

’ n fi h Rather he d perish in that eve tful g t. m an d C an uteson A rud , with gushing wounds, u O the plain lie prostrateon the ground . a Giant w rriors bleeding on the shore , m Their homes and friends never will see ore. ’ Grand was the charge o er plain and strand , ’ To drive the Northmen from E rin s land . The shou ts ofvictory the heavens wrung

a s, As the D ne retreated with the sun , And in their ships with the clouds of night ’ fli h O er the sea the Northmen took their g t.

’ The God - like Brian to the foeman s ire im l ! A vict fa ls, and in his tent expires

Irish valor Victory crowned that day,

T he Danes fled to their ships in Dublin Bay. i fl d ’ The vanqu shed Danes e o er the main , ’ ’ n To Erin s Isle they ne er return agai . ’ The vision of Valh alla s ter r ifi c scene After the battle by the Norse was seen ! m t The Isle en heir friends in song bewail . - A P ITCHE D BA TT L E B E T WE E N T HE IRI S H A N D T HE D A N E S .

(IN T HE REI G N O F K IN G B RIAN B O RU . !

L e t E n e e be the d a ofo ld ri r m m r y s , E r e her f aithl e ss s on s be tr ay e d her ! e n Mal a o e the o ll a o f o ld Wh chi w r c r g , Which he w o n fro m her p r o ud i n v ad e r ; ’ e n her k n W t t an d a d o f e en un fur l d Wh i gs . i h s r gr , L e d t he R ed -B r an oh K n ights t o d an ge r ; E r e t he e me r ald g e m o ft ue we ste rn w o rld ” W as s e t i n t he cro wn o fa str an ge r .

HE B A TTLE F C L ON T R T O A F .

H ’ eroes who foug ht on Clontarf s bloody plain . “ ’ ” Brian s Battle, a s mentioned in the Sagas, Wil l live in song to the remotest ages ! The Danes of Dublin from the city wall

Shrieked with horror as the Northmen fall .

l The haughty foe to the Baltic sai ,

But few were left to tell the mournful tale . ’ E rin was freed from the invaders yoke,

' r o O er the wo ld the Danish p wer was broke . B rian w on the world ’ s praise and renown

His victory broke the Scandian power . a In the ann ls of Scotland , Wales and Man ,

The name of B rian long will live in song .

From A t hlon e to the Atlantic deep For those heroes mothers sigh an d weep ; A n d from Suir to Shannon thousands deplore

Sires and son s they never will see more .

From Kerry reeks to Blackwater side , G alt more y , the Lee and River Bride,

Mothers an d daughters lament and mourn,

The brave heroes who never will retu rn . i K lmallock , Adare, Cashel and Macroom ,

Kilfi n an e And from to the Hill of Doon ,

Aughrim , Galway and Stormy Kilkee,

y ! Ma o , Sligo , Killala and Loughrea What aching hearts and what dismal wail ’ ’ For dear friends who ll ne er see home again . ’ ’ O er Erin s Isle widows an d mothers mourn

T he brave heroes who never will return .

FRIENDSHIP .

Tru e friendship is a j ewel ; It is a gift from heaven ; But the friendship we can claim n Is the friendship we have give . 1 0 T HE SIE GE OF LI MERI C K.

OF ! THE SIEGE LIMERICK.

i m adv anc ed J Will a and ames retired, l ’ For a fi n al stand on th famous Boyne ’ On th last day of J une the hostile lines ’ nfr ont d C o one another on the banks of the Boyne . ’ O u th placid stream was heard the cannon Which warned of the fatal morrow fi rst J uly the , that memorable day, ’ ’ T h hostile armies met in war s array .

William , at Old Bridge, crossed the ford , h J o D n r W ile ames stood ingl rious at u o e . J ’ “M ames brave gunner, cried , y liege sire s ” I have the three kingdom in a line . J King ames hesitates, he did falter ; ’ “ ’ He o ri d, Don t make a widow of my daughter . — ’ J ames was defeated France did feel th shock The Irish army then had fallen back n O the Shannon line, Irish chivalry ’ Sar sfi eld s Made a stand with cavalry . King J ames left Ireland doomed—sad fate ! And scampered ofi to Dub—lin Gat e Athlone and Aughrim fell oh, sad fate ’ ’ Sar sfi eld o ri d , we ll stand at Limerick Gate . William confi den t of a Victory — ’ Laid siege to Limerick fam d city ’ a To destroy William s he vy siege cannon , ’ Sar sfi eld h S and his men crossed t hannon . ’ Sar sfi eld s brave men did not curb a rein ’s Until they met with William siege train , And like the typhoon ’ s wild fearful blast ’ His troops swooped down on William s camp ’ a s e —th The gu rd wer sabered convoy slain , ’ e n l And Willi am s sieg gu s wer e a l aflame . ’ ’ a a m th h r Willi m s r y felt . shock wit sor ow G E N E RA L P ATRI C K SA R SF I E L D .

( E A RL O F L U C AN . !

D F D R M R K . D . 1 E EN E O F L E C A 1 6 9 . I I ,

“ ’ S ar s fi e ld is dy i n g on L an d en s p l ain ! Hi s c o rsl e t h ath me t t he ball i n v ain A l fe - bl o o d u e n o an d s his i g sh s i t his h , He a ‘O h at w as for fa e l an d s y s , th this th r Sar s fi eld d e ad v e t no t ea e d w e is , rs sh F o r he d e d i n the a o f v t o i rms ic ry , A nd his dy in g w o rds sh all e dge the bran d When w e cha se t he foe fr o m o u r n a tiv e l an d .

T HE I E ’E OF LIME 1 2 S G RI C K.

’ The British king bow d to Irish valor ! th’ Next summer, roar of British cannon

Resounded on the lordly Shannon . Ginkl e T almash , , Makay with a train ’ i Pou r d into Limer ck shot like rain . th’ Into the city, from Shannon deep ’ fle t Shot and shell rain d from the British e , The city wall close to the Shannon h’ Was breac d by sixty twelve pound cannon . The English grenadiers led the attack ’ foll o And the Dutch guards w d in their track .

Through the breach more columns did advance, ’ de im While showers of grape c at d their ranks . ’ And still more columns r einfor c d their lines ’ ’ They en ter d th city under deadly fi re English batteries rain ’ d shot meanwhile ’ n lf fi r Till the city was e g u d in e . The smoke from the city spread far and wide ’ ’ obscur d Till it Keeper s Mountain side. — Fresh columns adva n ced Dutch auxiliary ’ ’ “ ” B ran denburgers captur d th black batter All hope was then fading in the gloom ’ ’ T h inhabitants thought th city met its doom . ’ ter rifi c th Great was the slaughter, strife,

The combat raged for death or life . ’ h’ T h hopes of t inhabitants would expire, ’ ’ r l th Under th battery Sa sfi e d sprung mine. ’ ’ T h t rifi c explosion did the city shock A s an earthquake doth a mountain rock T h’ Brandenburgers were now overthrown

’ T h fi er ce invaders were in pieces blown .

For their altars, hearths, country and homes Limerick women fought the hireling foe The women frantic with wild despair — f Mothers , wives, daughters (the beauties air! , ’ O n th foemen made a sudden dash

They were the foremost in the Irish ranks . T HE IE E OF L IME R I S G C K. 1 3

Once more may we see such a noble sight

' a w fi hti n I Irel nd s omen g g for rish right .

w a a When ill such sight be seen gain , ! Women fi g hting side by side wi th m e n Amidst shot and shell a n d cannon ball

Men and women stood like a solid wall . ’ And as the lightning in th heavens flash

foe ni en The Irish phalanx on the dash . ’ ’ sta er d th The B ritish g g and Irish did shout , ’ T h - foe in confusion was put to rout . — ’ October thi rd Mme rick s defender “ ” G inkle B y treaty to did surrender . “ This treaty to Limerick brought fame

Punic England lost honor and name . What dishonor to the British throne h’ “ Proud Limerick and t treaty stone . Limerick ’ s defenders ’yond the main

' W on renown in Austria , France and Spain , th’ They lost Limerick and fatal Boyne , ’ fam d They won laurels at Fontenoy . now Irishmen , remember as of yore ’ “ ” Perfi diou s A lbion and th Treaty Stone ! E re for England you shed blood again th’ Either on land or on b riny main , ’ ’ erfi d th Forget not England s p y in past , R emember Limerick an d Mullag hmast

S PARKI NG IN THE KITCHEN .

u Ye maiden s all , this you sho ld know ,

When working in the kitchen , t low Tha you should speak in accents , flir i And stop your foolish t ng . With reckless fellows who do sneak Like scullions in the kitchen ; n Their compa y you should never keep, For reason s I wil l not mention ! W '! F OR D I N 1 79 1 4 E 8 .

W E ! F O R D 1 IN 798 .

’ ’ th eo le s For centuries, p p necks were bent ,

To landlords, agents, tithes, and high rent , T h’ — landlord robbers Norman and Cromwellian ,

Drove the farmers to make laws agrarian . ’ And to elude the despot s power,

They made their laws at the midnight hou r, To avoid informers—anti - Irishmen

They met in mountains, caverns, bogs and glen . They feared the prison and the rack — , - ca a Pitch p, gibbet yeomen on their tr ck,

Bloody nocturnal visits to their homes, ’ “ ” - th Transportation , tread mill, and croppy holes . th’ England keeps people in constant awe,

B . y that dreadful engine , martial law ’ What country, since the world s creation , Has suffered more than the Irish nation ! ’ r o ress d The people w e e pp by invasion , c onfi scation English bloody laws and , But the great hope of the Irish n ation ’ “ Was th anticipated French invasion .

Though long old England did the Irish hate, “ ’ f She said Fig ht the Fre nch and we ll c on cili ate .

She makes fair promises in her weak hour, To be broken when she has th’ power !

The colonial jailers of the Pale,

Had a monopoly of Church and State . The English Tories were in confusion ;

They feared the French and revolution .

Their Irish allies, the colonial jailers,

Trembled with fear of a French invasion . Pen nor tongue their anguish can ’ t portray at When the French landed Bantry Bay. ’ ’ F y —th ate sa d England elements were her friend, WE ! F D N OR I 1 798 .

’ fleet ’ And Grouchy s was driven by th wind .

’ G rouchv s fleet v Had not the winds dri en , T h’ w English connection ould be riven . he r ' allies Winds and sails long have been , “ ” ’ Wooden walls 1 1 sink by iron and steam ; ’ “ hat d ” Tories democracy communistic , “ The united Irishmen Irish Republic .

’ th - Wexford rebellion , anti Irish deride,

But patriots remember it with pride . And tho ’ tyrants mock the patriot ’ s fate ’ ’ We ll remember th days of Ninety - Eight ! —fi en dish Fi re and sword devastation ,

Drove Wexford people to desperation . ' w ere d riv en The peaceful people to ire , ’ y — fi B horrid mu rders ev n nocturnal re .

The yeoman cavalry, early and late,

' C too hor rid ommitted crimes to relate . ’ want d The government war, was it civil , To employ yeoman and “ Tom the Devil ! ” — Child , mother, Virgin , sick , (oh , what woe! ’ e h n di h Receiv d no mercy from t fi e s foe . —th’ The bloody tyrants . vandal power,

Met a check , in an unlooked for hou r.

The tyrants soon felt the powerful rod, ’ For setting fi re ev n to the House of God ! u fi re A priest , beholding his ch rch on , “ ! M e fi ht die ! Said y people, w m ust g or fi ht R esist tyrants, like men g for your rights

G . Even to death, resist owans and Whites — a ! Grasp gun , sword , pike , to rms every man , l I . And , your priest, wil bravely lead the van

T wo thousand patriots, with an iron will , m et . With Father Murphy, at Oulart Hill

There they resolved their country to save,

And fought the yeomen who long did them enslave. ’ o And like an avalanche o er Alpine r ck, WE ! F R 1 6 O D I N 1 798 .

eo The Wexford patriots on the y men dash, The N orth Cork militia met vengeance dire ’ but fi v e th c onfli For all in c t did expire .

May we soon see such another sight ,

’ Irish patriots fi g hting; for Ireland s right ’ The co untry blazed with the bon fi r e s glare A n d horns resounded on the midnight air, ’ ’ allo d—th u Horses g p horn served for a dr m ,

To warn the people that war had begun . h a Enniscorthy had wit in her ramp rt walls, — Wexford yeoman men from Donegal , ’ fi ht Town and fortress , after fou r hours g ,

Did then surrender t o the Irish pike . ’ The patriots followed on the foeman s tracks, “ And routed the bloodhounds at Three B ooks .

Wexford people to vengeance were driven ,

And in their ranks were seen men of Heaven . ’ ’ th flin ch The brave p atriots from foe ne er did ,

Rev . Father Murphy, Roach , Kearns and Clinch . — The air was rent with huzz as Irish cheering For the victory at T ubber neer in'g

’ deafn in And like thunder, was the g yell, h’ When the Irish pikeman on t foemen fell .

Grand refulgent was the wall of steel , As it glittered in the summer sheen ; Like a hurricane was its awful dash; ’ It crushed th foemen at the winding pass . ’ ! O N eill Sar sfi eld Oh had Ireland an or a then , Dublin would be freed from th’ Saxon den ’ Old England s power would fall that day, h’ Had t F ren ch landed in Bantry Bay .

The Irish patriots were in martial tune, ’ They captured New Ross th fi fth of J une . ’ — Harvey s treacherous blunder sad mishap , T h’ Royal army recaptured New Ross , ’ u Which mar d the j nction with Fort Duncannon , B R IA N B O R U .

1 01 4 . N N R O N A R C F l O F I REL AN D A D . K I G O F MU ST E A N D lVI ,

an t he a e R e m e mb e r the gl o rie s o f Bri br v . ‘ ‘ T ho t he d a vs o ft he h e r o a r e o e r ! ” l t n o n i a and o ld i n t he a v e , T ho o s t o Mo , c gr He e tu n t o K n k o a n o o e . r r s i r m r ' T o t he fi e ld s o o f en a t p o u a h a t st a r f , which t h h r I b n t he b a tl e s e t ! ts e am o t . is B ut e n o u g h o fits gl o ry re m ai n s on e ach sw o rd ! T o light u s t o vict o r y y e t .

1 8 WE ! F OR D IN 1 798 .

Were th’ monsters then let loose from hell

Fire, sword , famine, midnight sack h’ Thousands groaned in dungeons and on t rack, ’ Many were entomb d in fil thy jails

’ - Their flesh was mangled with cat 0 nine tails . — — What lament wailing what salt tears,

For the heads impaled on spears , — ‘ Drunken orgies crimes horrible to tell ,

Oh ! no mercy for sick , age, or sex,

— - Mother, babe, Virgin hoary headed sire, Oh ! horrid crimes call for Vengeance dire !

‘ ’ nited I rishmen h The U , t patriots do inspire ; ’ — They didn t surrender fl n any did expire ’ In c onflict the with the tyrant s power,

They braved death in that awful hour, ’ ’ fi o r Thei r memory g ht battles o er and e , ’ O C on n or (Fitzgerald, , Emmet and Wolf Tone! From the tyrants thousands then did flee

To every clim e beyond the sea .

Let Irishmen keep up agitation ,

For independence and separation . r Let Irishmen wait for the wished for hou ,

England at war with some great power,

Then strike the blow, you r chains to sever — , Make Ireland free ever for ever,

Like Hercules, destroy the monster Hydra, “ ” et . British policy, divide empera — B e united to arms every man ! h’ And bury t hatchet of dividing clan .

Ere you are free, knowledge must be sought,

Exert you r freedom in the realms of thought. Ireland ’1 1 have complete emancipation Through universal education ! The people must read—read with a will — , To obtain knowledge science and drill .

You , who in England put you r trust , her l Know that bubb e will soon bu rst , ’ Her wealth and power 1 1 vanish like a dream WE ! F OR D I N 1 798 . — B efore the Russians science and steam, a And all her ports, arsen ls and docks, f “ ill disappear from a mighty shock .

And as the earthquake Lisbon did gulf down,

Will come the destruction of London Town .

Woe , woe to the English nation , fi r i n con a at o . War, famine , pestilence , g

Ireland would be free, glorious and great , Were all her sons like those of Ninety - Eight !

No matter what may be his gown or coat , “ ” Trust not the man who takes a British oath ; S t trike for liberty, strike with all your migh ,

Use fi re and sword, and even dynamite

R R B I ISH SOLDIE S A T HOM E AND A ROAD .

'

The brave king Nial , the great and grand, V i ctories won in foreign lands ’ R From Caledonia s oman wall ,

To the land of the warlike Gaul , And from the Rhine ’ s sunny shore To where the Alpine storms blow ! ’ n Erin s kings, christian and paga ,

Vanquished the proud invader. The brave heroes in days of yore

Their country freed from shore to shore . The immortal B ri an the B rave Vanquished the fi erce and proud Dane ’ O u Clontarf s awful bloody plain .

The Northmen in heaps were slain . Three hundred years of Danish yoke A t Clonta rf that day were broke, r a F om the Sui r to the River B nn,

r E in was freed from the Danish clan . Brian ’ s great decisive battle

Never more will be forgotten . I A T H M 20 IRISH SOLD E RS O E A N D A B R OA D .

The N ormans came with sword and brand

To desolate our native land .

They spread destruction far and wide, From the Liffey to the Shannon side ! Irish kings and Chieftains true and brave Fought and died for Erin ’ s sake

’ ’ ’ B ri n O C on or O N eill O e , , fought and bled Before their swords the foemen fled ; O n many a battl efi eld

The Saxons were forced to yield .

For three hundred years and more

The Irish kings fought the English foe .

’ ‘ O N eill the Great, at famous Benburb , ’ The English invaders peace did disturb . ’ ’ O N eill O D on n ell , and gallant Maguire

Vanquished the foe at Ballinaboy,

' ’ ’ Phelim O N eill and Rory O Moore ’ O R eill McMahon y, and Owen Roe , Fought Cromwell on the battl efi eld ' To Saxon fraud at last did yield !

Sarsfi eld , defender of Limerick town , In France and Flanders won renown The Irish exiles won great fame

In Flanders , Austria , France and Spain . From the Rhine to Italy’ s fair shore

The Irish fought in davs of yore . fl The Irish made the Saxons y, A nd t a . Namu r, Ramillies Fontenoy

W ith Washington the Irish race ’ Fought and bled for freedom s sake .

The Saxon foe they did defy,

As on the plains of Fontenoy . And on many a bloody fi eld

The B ritish were forced to yield . The Irish fought and won renown From Saratoga to Yorktown ! I ISH SOL IE A T HOME R D RS A N D A B R OA D . 21

’ Now, we deplore the patriot s fate , “ - Who fought and bled in ninety eigh t,

For their homes, altars and race,

Freedom and their native place . They suffered for freedom ’ s sake

- The pitch cap , gibbet and the stake . d The men of Wexfor . with the pike fli h The yeomen cavalry put to g t. flee The Saxon foe was forced to , From the Barrow to the sea !

Long the Irish fought for king and crown ,

Their homes and altars and renown , Now the watchword from sea to sea “ Ireland ! Freedom ! E quality ! ” For Freedom and the Rights of Man ! The motto of a Republican ! The English oft - repeated lie

The Irish soldier doth deride , “ That abroad the Irish are brave ; A t ” home they are cowards and slaves . History refutes this falsehood ;

' x on l The Irish fought in Sa b ood .

The Irish kings were valiant and true

From Nial the Grand to B rian Boru . For three hund red years of bloody strife fi h The Saxon foe was put to g t.

To equal numbers the Irish never yield , l fi l For they are brave on the batt e e d . A t home or in a foreign land fi eld The is not lost by an Irishman . Have the brave heroes in battle slain For their country died in vain ! Is Erin ’ s glory of the past Her liberty and valor lost ! Who will wipe out this dire disgrace Sla v es to a vile perfi dious race ! Where are the heroes brave and strong Who will wipe out this cruel wrong ! O MA E T HE L A N D F R 22 G D D EE.

G OD D E L N D MA THE A FREE .

Landlords and agents now may lament ’ The people of I relan d ll pay them no rent ' ’ o le ll The pe p rally from mountain to sea ,

Their houses and lands for to make free . B allinam na B allin m n a o ora, a o ora , mo B llin a na . a ora , God made the land free

a Ye people of Ireland, now take stand , A nd pay no more rent, for God owns the land ;

T h - e purse proud lords may lament and bemoan , h’ ! But pay them no rent, for t land is you r own

B ll in m r . a a ona o a, etc

The lordly tyrants must soon have a fall , The people no longer shall they inthrall ! fi rm United and , on one thing agree,

From landlord oppression you must be free. B lli m n a na o a tc . ora , e

God has ordained that all men who toil Shall ever possess the fruits of the soil ;

This is a law that God did proclaim , ’ ’ ’ t th h r Tha land is as free as th light and t ai . B allin amon a ora , etc . MA E H GOD D T E L A N D F R EE. 23

Princes and lords , with fraud and with might , ’ Long have usurped man s holy right , th’ h’ Despots and knaves , with sword and t pen , ’ en slav d Have the people again and again . B i mon c all na a et . ora ,

’ fla l 0 Inscribe on you r g , in etters green , That all men are born equal and free ;

From mountain and plain , march to the strife,

Fight , now and ever, for land and life . m llin on etc. B a a a ora,

h Oh ! sing t e bold anthem , from shore to shore — , That God own s the land that God we adore ; ’ ’ th eo le ll From landlord oppression , p p be free, ’ a . They ve paid for the l nd , they own it in fee

ll n . B a inamo a ora , etc

LIFE .

s Ah ! life has unshine and shade,

And pleasure, j oy and sorrow ;

Let us be happy to - day ' Leave sorrow till to -morrow - ’ 2 4 A NTI RENZER S MA R C H.

’ A - R NTI RENTERS MA C H.

’ ’ n T h star of war now s adva cing,

And the brave sons of Mars, Their steeds are all a prancing A d ’ n in freedom s noble cause, We wil l all march together ; ’ For to trample tyrants laws, ’ We ll fi g ht now and for ever.

’ ’ T h flower h s of Erin ow re blooming,

And the brave sons of toil, Their rights they are resuming

For our country and our right, ’ We ll march forward and steady ; ’ For to vanquish tyrants might, W ’ e ll be loyal and ready .

h’ G od is t Lord of all creation , m n And a is a man , Whatever be his station ! And Erin ’ s brave bands

all a- t Now , now , are mee in g ;

For their homes and lands, l fi h They wil all g t defending .

’ 0 Down with the laws extermination ,

And down with the rent, All over the Irish nation ; an d Oh , you brave you strong, ’ Offamine don t be expiring ;

But to the battle throng, h i And rather die a fi g t ng .

I E LA N ’ HYMN OF LI BE T R D S R Y. 25

’ HY N OF IRELAND S M LIBERTY.

I I I R SH A R .

’ th an d Sons of brave free , rally from sea to sea ,

Your country for to make free , from shore to shore ; a th’ ’ ’ Tr mple on despot s power, tyrants we ll pull down , th’ ’ Heed not monarch s frown , now and for ever more ’ al l o er a Fight , you sons of Erin , the n tion, ’ Till Ireland takes her station , as in days of yore .

’ r Behold your children s tears, and of you aged sires , n th’ ’ ! Hearke to widows cries, for famine is quite sore R ’ ally from country and town , landlords we ll pull down ’ h’ ’ ’ We ll trample on t monarch s crown , we ll shed streams of gore ; R ent and taxation , famine and desolation , ’ th’ ’ Shall ne er oppress nation , while we ve a pike or sword .

Ofi ’ ! with the despot s yoke , down with the hireling hosts ’ V Ve ll banish the foreign foe, as Brian did the Danes ; U ru ffi an p with each stalwart man , vanquish the bands, th’ We will possess land , as ou r fathers did before ; No more transportation or extermination

Shall again scourge the nation , now o r ever more .

’ few Fear not the landlord s crew , fear not the titled ,

Fear not the hirelings too , for man must be free . ’ 1 1 Dungeons have a fall , down with prison bars, ’ ’ T h people will n o more be thralls, we ll have liberty. fi ht R ally with all you r might , g for human right, r ! March ! March ! to the strife, to death or victo y A D R E A M—A MA 26 RC H.

—A RE . R A D AM MA C H.

I As lay a sleeping on my peaceful bed, I dreamt I was marching with the valiant dead ; e I dr amt I was mounted on a noble steed , ’ N i l ' Marching with O a ben eath the Irish green . C Ho a us e The b rave volunteers, the brave volunte rs ,

I was marching to battle with the brave volunteers .

’ fla fl in l I saw the green g y g o er mountain , hil , and dale, I was marching with Brian to fi g ht the pirate Dan e ; fi lds C And on the e of lontarf thousands then did bleed, ’ h fl in And I saw t Danes y g before the Irish steel . r The b ave volunteers, etc. I was marching to battle with O wen R oe and Tyrone — , And with Sarsfi eld at Limerick at the Treaty Stone ; ’ fla l I saw the green g waving o er hi ls and doons, “ in I saw the Saxon fly g through the Pass of Plumes .

e . The brave volunteers, tc

’ ’ w. I dreamt I sa Cla re s dragoons mount d on noble steeds, And before their charges the Saxon foe did reel ; d b f fl An e ore the volunteers—the British foe did y, A t Limerick and Thurles France and Fontenoy .

et . The brave volunteers, c

C lan rickarde n I saw the brave with his Con aught clan, ’ ’ The O N eil s and O D on n ells from the banks of Bann ; ’ ’ ’ saw O B rien s e I forces from Shannon s verdant shor ,

‘ f G lt m r And the brave mountain heroes rom famous a y o e.

etc . The brave volunteers,

E nnisc or l - And at t y in famous Ninety Eight, I saw the bloody yeoman meet a bloody fate ' fla I saw the French g streaming in Killala Bay, ’ ' th - fl in ih And yeoman like fox hounds y g dismay .

e . The brave volunteers, tc

fi eld I saw the Irish volunteers on a bloody , And before their cha rges the Saxon foe did yield ; ’ fl in I saw the B ritish y g o er the Irish sea , “ ” And I heard the shouts of Victory, Ireland is free B the etc . y brave volunteers, B IA N B OR ’ M H R U S A RC . 27

' MA R C H BRIAN BORU S .

fla of The green g Erin unfurl to view , We will march to the battle the Danes to subdue ;

You sons of Erin , the loyal and true ,

Come flock to the standard of brave B rian Boru .

e Heroes of Connaught grasp sabr and shield , Men of Mon onia the battle - ax wield ! And you r grand charges the foemen will rue

W . hen led by the hero , the brave Brian Boru

S e The Vikings of Norway, the wed s and the Dane, ’ The green hills of Erin will n e er see again ’ ’ fl the They ll y in their ships o er deep ocean blue,

Before the grand charges of brave B rian Boru .

“ S - tand by the Sun burst you noble and brave , Till all the fi e rce Norsemen lie col d in the grave ; W ’ “ ’ e ll conquer or die for liberty s boon , ! i All hail to the Ch eftain , the brave B rian Boru .

Down with the tyrants , from shore to shore , ’ Till mountains and valleys are red with their gore ; ’l We l vanquish the Northmen on hill and doon ,

H ! hero the . urrah for the z brave B rian Boru

s n The trumpet is ounding from mou tain to sea , Calling to the combat the brave and the tree ’ We ll stand by ou r colors , though death be our doom ,

W . hen led by the hero, the brave B rian Boru

S r on s of old Ireland be gallant and t ue, And trail in the dust the English blue ;

Drive from your country the vile Saxon crew,

And remember the glories of Brian Boru . 28 T HE GIRL S OF E RIN.

F I THE GIRLS O ER N .

T he girls of E rin are fair to behold .

They are as precious as silver and gold . T hey are as pure as the water that springs

Out from the mountain and forms the rills . Bewitching is the glance of the ir eyes ’ And Cupid s arrows in showers do fly .

This blind Cupid waits on them ever,

Always ready with his bow and quiver.

“ They are kind to the sick and the stranger,

Never forsake a friend , even in danger .

ar The girls of Erin e constant and true, — They are never sullen never the shrew . They are both true and constant in love

As the dove and the angels above . fi n Wherever you g o you never will d .

A girl to equal the one left behind .

The girl of fashion your money will spend, ’ When your cash is gone on her don t depend . T h’ true Irish girl whatever be you r lot h Will never forsake t e choice of her heart . The Irish girl so modest and gay ; B ma eware ! she y steal your heart away.

She is beautiful , modest and meek ,

With the glow of health on her ros y cheek. ’ T h girl of fashion is as sweet as honey ; t She is only swee while you have money, ’ T h girl of Erin is Virtuous and true ;

She will love you although you are poor .

L O OK B E F R L E P O E YOU A .

Look before you leap, Mind where you are going ; Y ’ ou re better be discreet , n Whatever your are doi g . H N N E - O Y 29 T E D YI G STRA G R B .

- THE DYING STRANGER BOY .

A boy in a foreign land Was sick with yellow fever;

' His dear frien ds were n ot at hand

To comfort or relieve him .

His thoug hts were on his mother dear, And the friends he left behind him ;

And when in dreams they did appear,

Oh , how he loved to meet them !

He dreamt of sisters far away, And of father and of brother ;

And the last words that boy did say, “ ” ! r ! Oh whe e are you , my dear mother — A n angel woman at his head Pity caused her heart to ache ; She closed his eyes as she said ! “ ’ ’ I ll kiss him for his mother s sake .

May God have mercy on them both ;

v e In hea en , I hop , they are now ;

That angel - woman did not loathe To kiss death ’ s dew drops on his brow '

TR UE FRIENDSHIP .

Canst thou be true to me As the magnet to the pole ! ’ w be And here er we may , Will thine heart be mine alone ! T HE ME N OF LSTE 30 U R .

OF THE MEN ULSTER .

! Arise, men of Ulster for liberty rally, For your homes and your country and freedom contend ;

From mountain and moorland, from hill and valley, ’ r The cause of old E in with our blood we ll defend .

us Let feuds be forgotten ; let be brothers, Let parties no long er divide us in twain ; A n d ’ in brotherhood we ll pull together, be — Let this our watchword Erin and repeal .

Oh ! why should n ot Irishmen all be united ! Whose children were cradled in one fertile isle ; Why should the torch of foul discord be lighted ! The Orange and G ree n shoul d forever entwine !

n Away with foul treason ; let our banner of gree , e Its colors combin with the orange and blue, How glorious and grand the sight will be seen , —“ R Let this be our watchword Erin and Home ule .

’ Will Ulster stand back from her country s defenders, And forget the spirit of her children of yore ! And your grandsires who at Dungannon assembled When tyranny was driven from Eri n ’ s green shore ! th’ No, no, by memory of your immortal dead , Who contended for freedom in proud Eighty - two If the spirit of freedom from your souls have not fled —“ J oin Ulster for freedom Erin and Home Rule .

Will Ulster not join our struggles so glorio us To win from the stranger our liberty now ;

And in one brotherhood we will be Victorious, Til l E rin is free from the despot ’ s vile power !

The north and the south should now be united,

The east and the west to their country be true, e May discord and treason ev r be blighted , —“ This is our watchword Erin and Home Rule .

T HE H NTE OF KE NT C KY 32 U RS U .

F T HE HUNTERS O KENTUCKY.

’ T he British came in war s ar ray e 0 To sack the Cr scent City, ; But J ackson there stood in their way ! With the hunters of Kentucky, 0 t 0! 0 ' Ken ucky, Kentucky, T he 0 ! hunters of Kentucky, 0 ! t 0! Kentucky, Ken ucky, of t 0 ! The hunters Ken ucky ,

Packenham to his men did say , “ ’ i o h an d e 0 ' I ll g ve you y ut b auty , But soon he found another game te s of 0! In the hun r Kentucky , n 0 ! e E 0 ! . Ke tucky , K ntucky , tc

The B ritish char ged on ou r lines U b 0 ! p to the ales of cotton , It would fill you r heart with delight 0 ! To see Kentucky drop them , 0 ! E e 0 ! tc . K ntucky , Kentucky ,

e ee Packenham th re bl ding lay, T er rifi c O ! was the slaug hter, The British fi e d in dismay e 0! From th hunters of Kentucky,

0 ! 0 ! . Kentucky , Kentucky, Etc

’ The British fled o er the sea ; fi htin 0! T hey did not want more g g , They c ould not stand the lead an d st eel Oi e of e 0! the hunt rs K ntucky,

0 ! 0! . Kentucky, Kentucky, Etc

’ al Don t you forget tho se g lant men, J a o 0 ! Likewise Gen eral cks n , May w e have men t o fi g ht again ! Like the hunters of Kentucky, 0 e 0! e 0 ! E K ntucky , K ntucky, tc. C O R MA C .

K P R - B SH ING C A SHE L A N D INC E I O P O F C A SHE L A N D E ML E Y.

O h for t he sw o rds o ff o rm e r tim e ! O h fo r the me n w ho bo e e r th m , ’ e n a d fo r e oo d ubl e Wh rm right , th y st s im , ‘ A n d ty r an ts cr u s h d be fo re the m ! e n f e e e t er e o u t be an Wh r y , c r s g i t on o t o e n l a ve W h h rs s him . T he be st h o n o rs w o rn by m an

W e re th o se which Virtu e g a ve him . O h o f r the o d e t c . e tc . sw r s , ,

B E A D MA NN RS. 33

A D N N ERS B MA .

He who shuts not the door tight When he comes in late at night He may get a horrid frig ht ,

For his bad m anners.

He who leaves the door aja r When he should u se a lock or bar He may get a horrid scare

For his bad manners .

Fo r a thief may slyly peep Into his bedroom quietly creep

And leave the wretch to sigh and weep,

For his bad manners .

He who ha s a chain or watch, ’ a What s more useful , re dy cash , He should u se a latch and lock Against intruders !

If a thief should lift the latch , Into you r room his head doth pop ; Hit him as you would a rat For his bad manners !

R ! FLI TING IN THE DINING ROOM.

Ye n maide s fai r bear this in mind , It would prevent vexation ; ’ - fi nd The dining room you ll always , a flirta i n Is , no p l ce for t o . ME N D YO UR MA NNE RS.

MEN D ER YOUR MAN N S.

He who shuts not his bedroom door l Is a fool or a low boor ;

It is not at college or school , He his got manners .

Although for a dude he passes, He was raised with low classes ; e With steers, colts, mul s and asses,

There he got his manners .

O r a l in saw mil , raft or camp, O r with gypsies on a tramp ; O r with cowboys on a ranch , n There he got his man ers .

He who comes home late at night , Tramps on the floor with all his might ;

As if crazy , mad , or tight , H e should mend his manners .

He who boards at a public house, ’ a o Shouldn t make racket, ri t , or rout ; He should mind what he is about , He should have good manners !

OVER CIVIL .

l Some peop c are over civil,

When their minds are bent on evil . f O such people you should beware, And always have a special care ! - T HE ME N OF E I GHTYT WO. 36

O F - THE M EN EIGHTY T W O .

A I R — Auld Lang Syne .

! Oh for the men of sword and pen ,

The noble, brave and true ; ’ fi ht And for B rian s men to g again , ’ h - And t men of Eighty Two .

And that brave band in foreign land , ’ Who died on Landen s plain ;

For fatherland with sword and brand ,

Our freedom to regain .

Oh ! for Owen Roe and B rian Boru , The bravest of the brave ;

- The volunteers of Eighty Two ,

The nation for to save .

Bold Harry Flood with Grattan stood , For freedom and repeal ;

And Charlemont the great and good ,

Our rights did then maintain .

And true men , wake from your despair, ’ March to the battle s tune ; And in twain you ’ll break your chain ’ - Like th men of Eighty Two .

o And you t day beyond the waves, Who love old Ireland too R emember still your fathe rs g raves ’ - And th men of Eighty Two . ’ T HE I I H VOL UNT E E -MA 36 R S R S R C H.

’ THE IRISH VOLUNTEER S MA R C H.

G altees I was born near the , that place is ever dear, n I paid rent to a landlord for many a lo g year, “ ” M r Till I joined Capt . oonlight , with sabre, gun , and spea ; 0 fi ht u ! , it is my delig ht to march and g the Irish Vol nteer

As I and my comrades were drilling with our spears — , The peelers were a watching us for them we had no fear ; can fi ht For we shoot and g , my boys , and j ump over anywhere ; 0 fi ht , it is my delight to march and g the Irish Volunteer !

file ‘ As I and my companions were marching rank and , We chanced to meet a traitor who had taken many a bribe ;

We shot him through the heart , my boys, and to the woods did . steer ; 0 fi ht ! , it is my delight to march and g the Irish Volunteer

With ou r guns on ou r shoulders we wandered up and down , We met a troop of cavalry coming from the town ;

’ e c m er d We fought them hand to hand , my boys, till th y s a p like a deer ; 0 fi ht V ! , it is my delight to march and g the Irish olunteer

fi Now to g ht for freedom it is our intent , Down with the cruel landlords and their cursed rent ! The rent that we will give them is lead and cold steel ! m t fi ht t ! 0, it is y deligh to march and g the Irish Volun eer

L C E OF MY N A T IV Y T HE P A IT .

n Moorestow is my native land , Pari sh of Kilfi n an e ; n Limerick county , rich and gra d ; ’ Erin s green dominion .

38 O UR B A N N E R OF GR E E N .

’ And in the battle s shock, ’ fi rm We ll be as a rock, ’ We will triumph o er England s vile power . fla And our g of green ,

In the summer sheen ,

We will plant on every hill and tower, tower , tower ;

We will plant on every hill and tower .

the With sweet music in air, h We will banis all despair, A n e d our h art s this music will entrance . ’ And at ou r country s call , ’ We ll rally one and all, ’ i n l Then freedom s cause we wil advance, vance vance ; ’ Then in freedom s cause we will advance .

Y A IV I Y KIL F IN A LN E PL C E OF M N T T . , THE A

a M ny a year of sunshine and sorrow , ! Since from old Ireland, alas did I roam ; ’ con flicts In of war and the world s sorrow, ’ Dear, native E rin , I ll see thee no more .

Oh , my dear Moorestown , I love your highlands, For in your bosom I fi rst breathe d air ;

I love you r mountains, valleys, and wild lands, A n d your meads and river lovely and fair .

’ ’ it My native parish , I ll ne er forget , Long may it live to fi ll the trump of fame ;

And in dreams your streets oft do I Visit , Kilfi n n i fi a e K l nan e e . , , long liv your name

Moorestown , Moorestown , I bid you adieu , ’ In my heart I ll rem ember you ever ; ’ An d for aye I ll cherish love for you ,

And your green fi elds and booming heather. KI L I N A NE T HE L A E O F M N T T P C Y A I I Y. F , V 39

C t Limerick ounty of grea renown , ’ ’ ’ And th ci ty of th V iolat d treaty ; h o The Britis Empire will soon g down, ’ ’ Don t you forget Sarsfi eld s chivalry !

’ e h My sire s house is lev l wit the ground, ’ B y England s laws and devas tation ’

E . ngland s forts will be as Danish mounds , Ireland will be a great an d glorious nation ! — S e hannon waters broad and silvery tid , on v Roll , thou grand and lordly ri er ; e b Lim rick , I remem er you with pride, ’ Sarsfi l h And e d t gre at and glorious victor.

Ki lfi nane a people , now lon g farewell , And to your mountains and valleys green ;

To you r chi ldren I hope you yet will tell ,

Who your historian and bard had been .

’ ’ -M PEN N Y A HOUSE 0 L ORD S A N FOR A .

The Tories now must all gang, I am sure it is no pity ; n o The burden w of my song, ’ ’ - A Hou se 0 Lo rds man for a penny .

F a fa la . , la , la , la , , , la , la , lido

‘ Hurrah for the Conn aug ht man ,

The man from G alwvay city ; ’ We ll abolish the feudal sham , ’ ’ - A Hou se 0 Lords man for a penny .

F a ta la d . , la , la , la , , , la , la , li o

A few lords now hold the lands God made it for the many ; The people have fi re and brands ’ ’ - A Hou se 0 Lords man for a penny .

F fa . a, la , la , la , , la , la , la, lido ’ ’ - E 0 LO M N F OR A PENNY. 46 A HOUS RDS A ,

h e Abolish t e hous of peers , There is one house too many ; ’ It s fi t and for sneers jeers, ’ ’ - A House 0 Lords man for a penny.

F a la la ta la i . , la , , , , , la, la , l do

e Make a thousand p ers for life, The plan is as good as any

For it will end the land strife, ’ ’ - A Hous e 0 Lords man for a p enny.

F a ta . . , la , la , la , , la la, la, lido

MY L NATIVE AN D .

— ’ A IR T he A n gel s Whisper.

’ With a p oet s emotion I crossed the blue ocean

. For the land of Columbia, yond the blue sea For Erin the grander My hear t grows the fonder a e an s h ! My dear n tiv l d, a ble sing on t ee

How sweet are thy roses, Primroses an d posies The bright purple heather on mountain and lea ; The swe et scented flow ers In valleys and bowers

My dea r native land , a blessing on thee

I love your wild lands, hl Your valleys and hig ands, e Your mountains and for sts, moorland an d sea ; Your streams and rivers Teeming with fi she s M y dear native land , a blessing on thee.

The land of my sires,

Thy music inspiring , ’ ’ Kilfi nan e Kilfi n an e ee ! , , I ll ne er forget th Thy mountains an d valleys Where oft I did ramble

a e . Dear native E rin , blessing on th e ‘

IRE L A N D S G O L D E N A G E .

IN T HE RE G N O F K N G BR AN B O RU A . D . 1 000. I I I ,

R an d a e e e the e s he o e ich r r w r g ms w r . A n d a bright go ld ri n g o n he r w an d s he bo re ' But o h ! her be aut y w as far be y on d - He r sp ark lin g g e ms or sn o w whit e w an d .

' T HE STA R SPA N GL ED B A NNE R . 4 1

THE STAR SPAN G L E D BANNER .

’ 0 c n , say a you see by the dawn s early light ’ “T hat so proudl y we hailed at the twilight s last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fi ht g ,

’ O e r e e ! the ramparts w e watch d , were so gallantly str aming ’ A n d the rocket s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our Flag was still there ! 0 n say , does that Star Spangled Ba ner yet wave ’ O er the land of the free an d the home of the brave !

d e O n that shore dimly seen through the mists of the ep, Wh ’ ere the foe s haughty host in dread silence reposes , ’ W hat is that which the breeze, o er the towering steep

fi tfull s ! As it y blows , now conceals , now disclo es ’ Now it catches the gleam ofthe morning s fi r st be am !

r l t now i n the t In full glory ef ec ed , shines s ream ; ’ 0 m Tis the Star Spangled Banner , long ay it wave ’ O er the land of the free and the home of the b rave !

An d where ar e the foes who so vauntingly swore T hat the havoc of war and the battle’ s confusion A home and a country should leave u s no more ! ’ Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps pollution . No refuge could save the hi reling and slave fli ht or a From the terror of g , the gloom of the gr ve ; And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph doth wave ’ O er the land of the free and the h ome of the brave !

0 ! thus be it ever when freemen shall stand ’ Between their loved homes and the war s desolation ;

a - Blest with victory and peace, may the He ven rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and pre s erved us a n ation .

Then conquer we must , when our cause it is just , —“ ” And this be our motto I n God is our trust And the Sta r Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave ’ O er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! 42 E PI GRA MS FOR A LB UM

“ ha e G od Q un It is with sadness t t we b hold Save the ueen , “ i ri our an d der the d sguise of Ame ca , sung in public schools on “ ” “ o at o n s of C l b ! a nati nal celebr i n s, i tead Hail , o um ia Y nkee ” “ h “ T he r . T e Doodle and Sta Spangled Banner song, Amer ” “ ” e . ica . is composed to the music of God Save the Qu en For ‘ “ T S ’ this reason we publish here he Star pangled Banner . “ ” The Star Spangled Banner w as written by Francis Scott

r a Key . A nation should neve g i ve up its nation l music for for “ i T h - e g n music . e Irish American s should never give up T he S ” “ tar Spangled Banner for God Save the Queen .

E PIGR A MS F O R A L B U M.

A THE J A C KD W .

A jackdaw de cked in peacock feathers

Once tried to flock with birds his be tters.

The peacocks found out his silly trick ,

His borrowed plumes ofi they did pick .

Th ey drove off the vain , conceited thing , Back to the jackdaws to flock ag ain ; ’ th daw But his kindred birds despised , ' And drove hi m offto the crows to caw

A PRET END ED F R IEN D .

Some do pretend to be a fri end For to promote some selfi sh end '

B ut a false frie nd may cause great woe, f And prove to be a secret oe .

” E PI GR A MS F OR A L B UM.

FLATTERY .

r O ft men flatte to deceive, ’ Like the serpent that tempt d Eve.

FATE .

’ e e It is fate s mo—st st rn decre , What is to be is sure to be ; A n d we po or mortals here below n Will have our share of grief a d w oe.

L A C HI D .

A child is like a bud A blossom in the spring ; e A boy is like the ros , h Wit its thorn and sting.

CHILDHOOD DAYS .

Happy are childhood days

When the heart is free from sorrow, And free from the world’ s care Then anguish doth not harrow '

HEAV EN .

’ In heaven there s peace and love, Where dwell angels good and fair ; m’ e May we live with the abov , d When we leave this worl of care. E P I GRA MS FOR A L B UM.

HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY.

Honesty should be our aim When we seek for gold or fame ; All who succeed by deception

e In the end m et with detection .

A F ME .

’ There s a stormy road to fortune, And to everlasting fame ; ’ There s a royal road to pleasu re

A n d to f si n a olly , and sh me .

IL R IMS P G .

W e are but pilgrims weary, In this valley of grief and tears ; ’ S r oon we ll be forgotten fai ly,

A l as ! alas ! in a few years .

E B HAPPY .

This is a world of woe This is a world of sorrow ; B ‘ e happy on this day, You may not see to - morrow !

M THE STUBBORN A N .

C his onvince a man against will , ’ He ll be o fthe same opinion still ; fi n d For the stubborn man you will ,

Is a man with a narrow mind . 46 E PI G’E A MS F OR A LB UM

‘ SPARE THE R OD AND SPOIL THE CHILD .

Spare the rod and spoil the child , ’ Isn t the way to make boys civil .

For, like colts, they will run wild,

1 As thei heart s are prone to evil .

V E L O AND TRUTH .

L ove and truth are divine, They spring from God above ; t My hear is ever thine , Sealed in eternal love

V E L Y L O FAIR .

h e flowers T e rose is the qu en of , The lily decks the vale ; Fairer than the summer flow ers

A r t w . thou, s eet lovely fair

A N G EL THE S.

h G od The angels live wit above, In glory and great splendor ; y The are all beauty , truth and love, ! Remember, friend Remember !

FRIENDSHIP .

Friendship is a j ewel fair ; Rubies are both rich and rare ; B ut rubies and costly pearls C ’ an t compare with you , sweet girl . E PI GRA MS F 0R A LB UM.

KE EP YOUR PL A C E .

’ You d be tter keep your place Whatever be your station ; e h For pride m ets wit disgrace, Sorrow an d vexa tion !

THE RICH .

a e For to pile up gold , men spend life of sch ming ; ’ i are adreamin To ga n fashion s fold, their daughters g ; T of a he sons wealth and pride le d a life of pleasure,

When their fathers die they dissipate their treasure.

PE PL E FR ETF UL O .

’ r Don t wo ry and tease, No use in faultfi n din g ; ’ Don t act like a pet ; Y ’ ou re always repini ng.

KI LKENN Y CAT S .

There were tw o cats in Kilkenny A nd there was one cat too many ; T a fi t hey qu rreled and , They fought and they bit Till nothing remained But the tips of the ir tails ; e There was not a cat in Kilk nny.

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