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3 I'll still make them run, and we'll still make them sweat, pite of their boasting and Brussels' Gazette. cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing, be soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king: Hearts of oak, &c. THE EXILE OF ERIN.

HERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his robe it was heavy and chil, or his country he figh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander along by the wind-beaten hill; at the day-star attracted his eye'. fad devotion, or it role on his own native Iife of the ocean, Where once in the flow of his youthful emotion He sung the bold anthem of Erin-go-Bragh. fad is my fate, said the heart-brokenstranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; but I have no refuge from famine and danger, And home and a country remain not for me. Ah! never again in the green shady bowers,