And shall the serpent foe prevail? God bless the land, &c. The banner of our Union loved Shall wave the ages on; While time shall find no stripe removed, While millions still uphold the cry, God bless America. God bless the land, &c. A YANKEE SHIP AND A YANKEE CREW. BY J. S. JONES. 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. Her wings are spread to the fairy breeze, The spray sparkling as thrown from her prow; Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas, Her way homeward she's steering now. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know, O'er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew ; A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know; With hearts on board both gallant and true, The blackened sky and the whistling wind, Husbands! lovers! "on deck there," a sail. 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; A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Storm past, drink to "wives and sweethearts" too, 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 bears 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, Dark waving curtain shades the earth, Or where the hunter's light canoe Steals swiftly o'er the forest lake; Thy hill-bound torrent's swollen stream; Thy mountain shores, by night to dream. Welcome thy tempest and thy foam, The eagle of the heaving main, Spreading thy pinions round the skies. THERE IS BEAUTY ON THE MOUNTAIN. BY B. BARTON. THERE is beauty on the mountain, By the moonlight's silvery beam, But more beautiful the splendour Which can make e'en parting sweet. There is music in the measure To the human voice benign, "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, Lady, though fate has bid us part, Yet still thou art as dear- As when I clasped thee here. |