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If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stainThen, ye men of Iberia! our cause is the same ; And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death, Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath

For the Shamrock of ERIN and Olive of SPAIN !

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III. Ye Blakes and O'Donnels, whose fathers resign'd The green hills of their youth, among strangers to find That repose which at home they had sigh'd for in

vain, Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light, May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright, And forgive even ALBION, while blushing she draws, Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause

Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of SPAIN !

IV. God

prosper the cause !-oh! it cannot but thrive, While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive,

Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain ;
Then how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die !

The finger of Glory shall point where they lie,
While, far from the footstep of coward or slave,

The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their

grave, Beneath Shamrocks of Erix and Olives of Spain.

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING

YOUNG CHARMS.

AIR.-My Lodging is on the cold Ground.

1. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,

Like fairy-gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,

Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart

Would entwine itself verdantly still!

II.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear!

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Oh! the heart that has truly loved, never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,

The same look which she turn’d when he rose!

NUMBER III.

VOL. IV,

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