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 MI!XRY SOWOS. For  aml For refuge now lain to imp]ors, The warrior bends low at the eottager's door; Pale, pale is his che0k, there's a gash on his brow, His locks o'er his shredders distraetedly flow', And the fire oF his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing ramp that just flashes to did. Rest ! warrior, rest: Sunk in nilenee and sleep in the eottagsr's bed, Oblivion shah v/sit the war�y head Perehan.e he my dream, bot the vision.shall tell Of his !ady-love's bower., sad her latest faxewe!L Oft his thoughts on the pinions of fancy shall ream, And in slumber revisit his love and his home, V+rhere the eyes of affection with tenderness gleam, Ah.V who would awake from so blissful a dmam Rest ! warrior, rest ! . THOUGH I AM NOW A VERY LITTLE 'LAD Tvwr,--' 2'he W7dte Cockade.' T!louoH I am now a very'little And ghting men cannot be had; For want of a better I may.do, To follow the boys with a rat tat too; I may seem tender, yet I'm tough; And though not much of me, I'm right good stulF; Of this I'!1 boast, say more wJo tn, I never was afraid to f&ee my man. I'm a chickabiddy see, Take me now now now, A'msrry little he, For your row dow dow, Brown Bess I'll knock about, oh! that's my joy,, With a knaimack on my track lika a roving boy. In my tartan plaid a young soldier view, My philibog, and dirk, and bonnet blue;

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