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Manchester patriot martyrs

(24) Manchester patriot martyrs

        The Manchester Pat-

               riot Martyrs.

High upon the gallows tree,
Swung the noble hearted three,
By the vengefnl tyrant stricken in their bloom
But they met him, face to face,
With the spirit of their raca.
And they went with sonls undaunted to their d om
"God save Ireland," said the heroes,
"God save Ireland," said they all ;
"Whether on the scaffold high,
Or the battle field we die,
Oh, what matter, when for Erin dear we
Girt around with cruel foes,

Still their courage proudly rose,
they thought of hearts that loved them far and
near ;
Of the millions true and brave,
O'ee the oceans swelling,
And the friends in holy Ireland, ever dear.
"God save Ireland " said they loudly
"God save Ireland,' said they all ;
"Whethar on the scoffold high,
Or the battle-field, we die,
Oh, what mat er, when for Erin dear we fall!

Climb they up the rugged stair,
Rung their voices out in prayer,
Then with England's fatal cord around them cast,
Close beneath the gallows tree,
Kissed like brothers, lovingly,
True to home and faith and freedom to the last
God save Ireland," prayed they loudly,
"God save Ireland," said they all ;
"Whether on the scrffold high,
Or the battle field, we die,
Oh, what matter, when for Erin dear we fall !"

Never till the latest day
Shall the memory pass away
Of the gallant lives thus for our land;
But on the cause must go,
Amidst joy weal or woe,
we've made our isle a nation free and grand.
"God save Ireland," say we proudly,
"God save Ireland," say we all;
It upon the scaffold high,
Or the battle field we die
Oh, what matter, when for Erin dear we

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE

    ENDEARING OUNG CHARMS.

Believe me, if al tose endearing youug,
charms,
Which I gave on to fondly to-day ;
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet
in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away ;
Thou wo st still he adoved, as this
moment thou are,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will ;
And around the dear rain each wish of
my heart,
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are
thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a
tear ;
That the fervour and faith of a soul can
can be known,
To which time will but make thee
more dear.
Oh ! the heart that has truly lov'd never
forgets,
But a truly loves on to the l e;
As the turns on her god
when he sets,
The same look which she turn'd who

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