Page:The Spirit of the Nation.djvu/121

Rh V.

The green flag on the air,

Sons of Erin and despair,

To the breach in serried column quick advance.

On the summit we may fall:

Hand in hand, my comrades all,

Let us drink a last adieu to merry France, France, France;

Let us drink a last adieu to merry France.

VI.

To Erin, comrades, too,

And her sunny skies of blue,

A goblet commingled with tears!

With the fleur-de-lis divine,

The green shamrock shall entwine;

But the Ancient see the Sunburst rears, rears, rears;

The Ancient see the Sun-burst rears.

DATE UNKNOWN.

I.

O! that my voice could waken the hearts that slumber cold!—

The chiefs that time hath taken, the warrior kings of old—