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17 THE, LAND OF SWEET ERIN.

OH! the land of sweet Erin's the land of delight, For the women can love, and the men can all fight We have hearts for the girls, and w have me for our foes, And they both are triumphant, as all the world knows; If they talk of politeness, we beat them at that, For when Mounseer came courting rival to Pat, He cried, my dear jewel, you're quite at a stand, So pray take a foot just to lend you a hand, Then let us be frisky, and tipple the whisky; Long life to the land of sweet Liberty's joysǃ No country whatever has power to sever The Shamrock, the Rose, and the Thistle my boys.

They talk how they live-why, is large and stuff: For a man when he's hungry can eat fast enough. Is not teaching a live man to live all thy eye? Let them come we here and we'll teach them to die. Their frogs and soup are are nothing but froth To our beef and potatoes for Scotch barley broth, Then what country for living as Erin so fit, Hospitality's home, and the birthplace of wit? Then let us be frisky, &c.

They may talks of their wonders as long as they please; By Saint Patrick, their swans are all nothing but geese, They say they can fight, but 'tis all they can say, For, as soon as we can they as soon run away, Then, oh! may the land s grows out of the sea, Flourish long in prosperity, happy and free; For England, and Ireland, and Scotland can prove They outshine them in courage, and beauty, and love.

Then let us be frisky, &c.

THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT.

IF I had a beau, for a soldier who'd go, Do you think I'd say no? No, no, not I; I. when his red coat I saw, not a sigh would it draw, But I'd give him out for his bravery; If an army of Amazons e'er came in play, As dashing white sergeant I'd march away.