Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle ::

Hail to thee! high-minded chieftain of Erin,
Happy and blest be thy native ‘Green Isle;’
Heaven give thee strength to march onward, careering,
Curbing misrule and oppression the while;
Here to the ‘land of cakes;’—
Land of pure streams and lakes,
Blue bonnets hail thee with hearty hurrah:
This be our watchword then,
Echoed from hill and glen,
‘Freedom! O'Connell! and Erin go bragh!’

Hail to thee! Erin's renowned Liberator,
Welcome to Scotland, the land of the brave;
Tyrants who fear thee may howl ‘agitator,’
Still thou art dear to the heart-broken slave;—
Lordlings may rant and rave,
Joined by each canting knave—

Each rabid cur ope his venomous jaw,
Ours be the watchword still,
Echoed from glen and hill,
‘Freedom, O'Connell, and Erin go bragh.’

Ours is no hireling—no bought adulation,
Offered to titles, to rank, or to birth,
No:—'tis the heart-felt applause of a nation,
Paid to pre-eminent talent and worth.
Lords may be pretty things,
Talk very witty things,
Simper and smile, while they pillage by law,
Let them their minions fee,
Our grateful theme shall be,
‘Freedom, O'Connell, and Erin go bragh.’

Hail to thee, who, whilst o'er Erin's woes weeping,
Feel'st for the wrongs of the rest of mankind:—
Hail to thee, who, at thy post ever keeping,
Sleep'st not till freedom a resting-place find;
Still may'st thou grow in strength,
Till crowned with joy at length,
Freedom's last foe from his stronghold thou draw;—
Then shall the welkin ring,
While future ages sing,
‘Freedom, O'Connell, and Erin go bragh.’

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DANIEL O'CONNELL'S WELCOME TO SCOTLAND.