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MAID OF JUDAH.

No more shall the children of Judah sing, The lays of happier times; Or strike the harp with a golden string, 'Neath the sun of an eastern clime; 0! this was the lay of a Jewish maid, Though not in her father's bowers; So sweetly she sang, while in sadness she stray'd   O'er the ruins of Babylon towers!

O where are the sons of mine ancient race, Who were born but the jav'lin to bear; How fallen that city, whose wreck I can trace, That once was so lovely and fair. The green grass grows o'er tho fertile spot, Where once grew sweetest of flowers; Land of my kindred thou shalt ne'er be forgot, O'er the ruins of Babylon towers!

H U R R A H! F O R T H E  B O N N E T S  OF  B L U E.

HERE'S a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa', and wha wadna wish guid luck to our cause, May never guid luck be their fa'. It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true, It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the bonnets of blue.

Hurrah! for the bonnets of blue, Hurrah! for the bonnets of blue, It's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the bonnets of blue.

Here's a health to then that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa',