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O blaw, ye flowers your bonnie bloom,
And draw the wild birds to the burn!
And ye maun aid me, should I mourn.
My een are dim and drowsy worn:
For Lumon never will return.
At dawning day by Doon ye'll hear;
For him i'll shed the silent tear.
And join me wi' a plaintive sang, While echo wakes, to aid the mane,
I mak for him I lo'ed sae lang.
GILES SCROGGINGS. Giles Scroggings courted Molly Brown, Fol lol de rol de rol de ra, The fairest wench in all the town, Fol de rol de rol de rol de ra. He bought a ring with posy true, If you loves me as I loves you, No knife shall cut our love in iwo, Fol loi de riddle lol de ra. But scissors cut as well as knives, Fol lol, & And quite uncertain is our lives, Fol lol, & The day they were to have been wed, Fate's scissors cut poor Giles's thread, So they could not be married, Fol lol, &c. Poor Mary laid her down to weep, Fol lol, &c. And cried herself quite fast asleep, Fo When standing all by the bed post, A figure tall her sight engross'd, And it cried, I be Giles Scrogging's ghost, Fol lol, &c. The ghost it said all solemnly, Fol lol, &c. O Molly, you must go with 1, Fol lol, &c.
THE AMERICAN STAR. Come, strike the bold anthem, the war-dogs are howl.
Already they eagerly snuff up their prey, (ing, The red cloud of war o'er our forests is scowling,
Soft peace spreads her wings and flies weeping away; The infants affrighted, cling close to their mothers,
The youth grasp their swords, for the combat prepare, While beauty weeps fathers, and lovers, and brothers,
Who rush to display the American Star. Come, blow the shrill bugle, the loud drum awaken,
The dread rifle seize, let the cannon deep roar; No heart with pale fear, or faint doubtings be shaken,
No slave's hostile foot leave a print on our shore; Shall mothers, wives, daughters, and sisters left weep
Insulted by ruffians, be dragged to despair? fing, Oh no! from the hills the proud eagle come swooping,
And waves to the brave the American Siar.
Look down from the clouds, with bright aspects seCome soldiers, a tear and a toast to their memory,[rene;
Rejoicing they'll see us as they once have been; To us the high boon by the gods has been granted,
To spread the glad tidings of liberty far; Let millions invade us, we'll meet them undaunted,
And conquer or die by the American Star. Your hands then, dear comrades, round liberty's altar,
United we swear by the souls of the brave! Not one from the strong resolution shall falter,
To live independent, or sink in the grave! Then freemen fill up-lo! the strip'd banner's flying,
The high bird of liberty screams through the air, Beneath her Oppression and Tyranny dying
Success to the bearing American Star.
Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, [reAnd when the storm of war was gone, (peat. Enjoy'd the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Firm-united-let us be,
Peace and safety we shall find.
Let no rude foe, with impious hand, [repeat.
While offering peace, sincere and just,
Ring thro' the world with loud applause, freLet every clime to freedom dear, [peut. Listen with a joyful ear.
With equal skill and god-like power,
Behold the chief, who now commands,
The rock on which the storm will beat; [reBut arm'd in virtue firm and true, (peat. His hopes are fix'd on 'Heaven and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
COLUMBIAN INDEPENDENCE.-By G. J. Hunt.
Bid the holy flames arise,
Mounting swiftly to the skies;
Wrapt in glory's brightest blaze,
Ghastly stood her trembling king
Quick he felt the dreadful sting,
England's vassals now return,
Help their weeping nation mourn ;
To the bright cerulean skies,
Smiling o'er our happy land,
Peace, with all her lovely band,
In the arms of smiling peace,
Touch the tender, melting string
To the music sweetly sing : Sound the praise of heroes gone, Sound the praise of Washington. Loud to pæans rend the air; Freedom's birth with joy declare :
Sing with mirth, and sing with glee, 'Tis our sacred jubilee ;