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OUR FLAG.
Up! raise again that flag on high,
The standard of our gallant sires!
And let it meet the freeman's eye,
Till ev'ry tyrant foe expires.
Its stars are lights to guide us on,
No lights so bright and clear as those,
And to the nations be it known,
Its stripes are destined for our foes.
The standard of our gallant sires!
And let it meet the freeman's eye,
Till ev'ry tyrant foe expires.
Its stars are lights to guide us on,
No lights so bright and clear as those,
And to the nations be it known,
Its stripes are destined for our foes.
CHORUS.
Then raise again that flag on high,We fight to conquer or to die.
Its mighty red denotes our power,
Our honour pure its paler hue,
And courage that will never cow'r,
Lives ever in its glorious blue.
Brave hearts are beating 'neath its folds,
Brave hearts that much for freedom dare,
And should a foe essay t'attack,
Stout hands to do are ready there.
Our honour pure its paler hue,
And courage that will never cow'r,
Lives ever in its glorious blue.
Brave hearts are beating 'neath its folds,
Brave hearts that much for freedom dare,
And should a foe essay t'attack,
Stout hands to do are ready there.
CHORUS.
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DESERTION.
[1.]
That I have loved thee, love thee now,Read in my chill and pallid brow,
My quiv'ring lip, my wasted form,
My faded eye, once bright and warm,
And if thou hast no other book,
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3.
The scalding tear-drop chafes my cheek,And tells a tale I may not speak,
While o'er my spirit mem'ry throws
The fragrance of her faded rose,
Whose very sweetness tells a tale
Of blossoms scattered to the gale.
3.
Farewell! my heart is rending now,Death's seal is set upon my brow;
But like the swan whose music note
Bursts only from her dying throat,
The final words I breathe shall be
A heartfelt prayer to heaven for thee.
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MERRY MORNING
The rising sun beams brightly,
The waters blue dance lightly,
And the little butterflies,
With their wings of many dyes,
On yonder vale flit sprightly.
Oh! gentle morning.
The waters blue dance lightly,
And the little butterflies,
With their wings of many dyes,
On yonder vale flit sprightly.
Oh! gentle morning.
The light breeze gentle bloweth,
The cattle pleasant loweth,
And the merry farmer boy,
With his careless song of joy,
To morning labour goeth.
Oh! merry morning.
The cattle pleasant loweth,
And the merry farmer boy,
With his careless song of joy,
To morning labour goeth.
Oh! merry morning.
The light the tree tops kisses,
The wood is filled with blisses,
And within its leafy bound,
Many warblers' songs resound:—
A glorious morning this is.
Oh! pleasant morning.
The wood is filled with blisses,
And within its leafy bound,
Many warblers' songs resound:—
A glorious morning this is.
Oh! pleasant morning.
Dear nature, thus unto thee,
I come at morn to sue thee,
With my rude and simple lays,
Thus devoted to thy praise,
A lover warm to woo thee.
Oh! lovely morning.
I come at morn to sue thee,
With my rude and simple lays,
Thus devoted to thy praise,
A lover warm to woo thee.
Oh! lovely morning.
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