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And shall the serpent foe prevail ?

Shall friend, or fiend betray ?
Up with the star-flag to the gale!
God bless America.

God bless the land, &c.

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A yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know,
O'er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew;

Sing hey aloft and alow.

A yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know;
With hearts on board both gallant and true,

The same aloft and alow.
The blackened sky and the whistling wind,

Foretell the quick approach of the gale;
A home and its joys flit o'er each mind

Husbands ! lovers! “on deck there," a sail. A yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know : Distress is the word,-God speed them through;

Bear a hand, aloft and alow.

A yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know ;
The boats all clear, the wreck we now view,

“ All hands" aloft and alow.
A ship is his throne, the sea his world,

He ne'er sheers from a shipmate distressed ; All's well—the reefed sails again are unfurled,

O'er the swell he is cradled to rest. A yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know; Storm past, drink to “wives and sweethearts" too,

All hands! aloft and alow.

A yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know,
Freedom defends, and the land where it grew-

We're free-aloft and alow.
Bearing down is a foe in regal pride,

Defiance floating at each mast head; One's a wreck—and she hears that floats alongside

The stars and stripes, to victory wed.
For a yankee ship and a yankee crew,

Tally hi ho, you know,
Ne'er strikes to a foe while the sky is blue,

Or a tar's aloft or alow.

AWAY TO MY MOUNTAIN HOME, AWAY.

BY ROBERT GRANT.

Swift for my mountain home once more,

My bark shall o'er the dark waves glide,
And swelling on thy rock-bound shore,

Again the dashing surges ride.
Again I'll wander where the pine's

Dark waving curtain shades the earth,
Where scarce softened sunbeam shines
To gild the lonely broom-flower's birth.

My mountain home! my mountain home!
Away to my mountain home! Away.

Or where the hunter's light canoe

Steals swiftly o'er the forest lake;
Or where the dun deer bounding through,

At evening stir the soft green brake.
I love, oh well I love to brave

Thy hill-bound torrent's swollen stream;
Or where the moon-lit waters lave
Thy mountain shores, by night to dream.

My mountain home, &c.

Welcome thy tempest and thy foam,

Thy waking voices from the sea,
Breathing wild music round my home!

My spirit longs again for thee.
Then hail! my mountain home, again

O'er the blue waves I see thee rise-
The eagle of the heaving main,
Spreading thy pinions round the skies.

My mountain home, &c.

THERE IS BEAUTY ON THE MOUNTAIN.

BY B. BARTON.

THERE is beauty on the mountain,

In the morning's early gleam,
There is beauty in the fountain,

By the moonlight's silvery beam,

But more beautiful the splendour

Of thy smile, love, when we meet,
And that dewy eye more tender,

Which can make e'en parting sweet.

There is music in the measure

Of the soaring skylark's lay,
When he hails with eager pleasure

The rising orb of day.
But my ear would rather listen

To the human voice benign,
And mine eye would soonest glisten,

If that voice beloved were thine.

"TIS SAID THAT ABSENCE CONQUERS LOVE.

BY F. W. THOMAS.

"Tis said that absence conquers love!

But, oh! believe it not ;
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,

But thou art not forgot.
Lady, though fate has bid us part,

Yet still thou art as dear
As fixed in this devoted heart,

As when I clasped thee here.

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