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AROUSE YE, GAY COMRADES.

BY THOMAS POWER.

AROUSE ye, gay comrades, the waves sparkle bright, Old Neptune, in glee, shakes his beard at the sight; Well manned be each oar, well braced be each heart, And away from the shore like a sea-bird we'll start.

To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away, While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay.

Then gather, gay comrades, the winds gently blow,
And sunbeams have touched the fair scene with a glow;
There's hope for all care, there's joy for all pain,
Let each voice on the air wake in chorus the strain.

To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away,
While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay.

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

BY ROBERT M. BIRD.

God bless the land that gave us birth!

No prayer but this know we,-
God bless the land, of all the earth,

The happy and the free.
And where's the land like ours can brave

The splendour of the day,

And find no son of hers a slave ?
God bless America !

God bless the land, the land beloved,

Forever and for aye!,
God bless the land that gave us birth,

God bless America.

For liberty our grandsires trod

The wide and stormy sea;
Our fathers bought it with their blood.

Their children all are free:
And free, amid earth's servile hordes,

To point the patriot's way,
With ploughshares turned in war to swords
God bless America.

God bless the land, &c.

The desert howled—the pilgrims came,

They fled oppression's chain :
The desert blossomed, and the flame

Of freedom rose again.
And here, where hearts of fire are born,

That flame shall ne'er decay,
While babes laugh kings and slaves to scorn-
God bless America.

God bless the land, &c.

And from our land, in hour of need,

Avert thy darkening frown; Bind up all loyal hearts that bleed,

And strike the traitor down.

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.

The banner of our Union loved

Shall wave the ages on ;
While time shall find no stripe removed,

No bright star quenched and gone :
And kingly states, convulsed, shall die,

From earth be swept away ;
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;

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 a softened sunbeam shines
To gild the lonely broom-flower's birth.

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

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