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 4 PITY AND PROTECT THE SLAVE.

Sons freedom, hear my story, Mercy well becomes the brave ; Humanity is Briton’s glory, Pity and protect the slave.

Free-born daughters, who, possessing Eyes to conquer, hearts to save, To receive a father’s blessing, Pity and protect the slave.

GREEN HILLS OF TYROL. Green hills of Tyrol, again I see The home of childhood so dear to me, Again I press the verdant shade. Where oft my footsteps have wildly stray’d. Once more I am near him, My own one, my fond one ; Again I shall hear him Love’s accents repeat; While to his sighs my heart replies. And every glance is soft and sweet. Green hills of Tyrol, &c.

From yonder woodlands, sounding clear, With eye of hawk, and falchion keen, His merry bugle I hear ; He comes, he comes—my Tyrolien.