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5 Erin, an exile, bequeaths thee his blessing, Land of forefathers-Erin-go-Bragh. Buried and cold when my heart stills it motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest stills it the ocean, And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, Erin ma vourneen, sweet Erin-go-Bragh. 手 ******************************** ALLAN CAMPBELL's GARLAND: OR The Falkirk Losses' Praise of the BREADALBANE FENCIBLES.

BREADALBANE's men make a fine show, In each town where-e'er they go ! I'd travel far, both night and day, With brave Breadalbane's men to stray:

Breadalbane did this Regiment raise, I'll sing this song unto his praise : For the smartest lads that I do ken, Are with Breadalbane's Highlandmen.

They were embodied in Perth Town; By Dundee they march'd to Aberdeen: Then to Glasgow they came merrily: And now in Falkirk they do ly,