THE IRISH BRIGADE.
Eibrnia's sweet Harp from your slumber awaken,
Once more send your sound round old Erin'
ilst I as one Bard, of bright nature's creation,
To sing a just praise of my fond brain I explore
take up my pert stimulated by pleasure,
To paint these encomiums I'm no way dismay'd,
On our young Irish heroes excell beyond measure
Are gone to the Pope, named his Irish Brigade.
These brave Volunteers for to write on their merit,
It baffles my muse their just praise to portray,
A religious impulse their heart do inherit,
They flock round their Pope without pension nor
Christ's Vicar on earth to the last will defend him,
Of cursed Garibaldi there no way affraid,
Whilst their fame through all Europe will long be
Nine cheers for the Pope and his Irish Brigade.
This Irish Brigade will come off most victorious,
They will represent a delightful grand scene,
And for to behold them the sight will be glorious,
Their pure regimentals of the Marshal Green ;
The Shamrock and harp on their cap illustrated,
The Cross on their breast-plate most artful dis-
With inflexible courage each youth is completed,
Hurra, for the Pope and his Irish Brigade.
Our grand Metropolitan youths of distinction,
Inspired by the God of Creation and Birth,
Went off congregated with hearts most elated,
To fight for Christ's holy Vicar on earth ;
The Sardinian devil they'll make him be civil,
With his Rebble Angles of Antichrists Brand,
With three Irish cheers for the Volunteers,
The Victory is sure under Heavens command.
This Lucifer fiend with his black falling angels,
Abandon'd by Heaven and mark'd with a stain,
Out off from the Church by the Pope's execration,
This Sardinian infidel-off-cast of shame ;
The Austrian troops are each day concentrating,
With American youths that the laurels wont fade,
And the Sons of St. Patrick with fire-looks a blaze-
Three cheers for the charge of the Irish Brigade.
This noble Brigade heretofore was recorded,
For dauntless achievements and glories of war,
At the point of the bayonet their acts were ap-
Regardless of danger or blood crimsoned soar ;
The present young hero's from here emigrated,
Unite in a cause that from Heaven got birth,
By the powers f hell they cannot be defeated,
Defending Christ's holy pure vicar on earth.
So worthy Napoleon step forth from you slumber,
With your floating Eagles just now is your time,
Let our French cannonade make your enemy won-
Wh st the blaze of true victory round you shall
Make the bright swords of Paris out off these in
The our sanotified Pontiff by them is betray'd
You'lltbe propt in your ranks by the pride of the
Patricks true dauntless young Irish Brigade
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The Fenian Men.
E who comes over the red blossomed
Their green banners kissing the pale
Weads erect, eyes to front, stepping proud-
Sure freedom site throned on each proud
Down the hills twining
Their blessed steels shining
ke rivers of of beauty they flow from
From mountain and valley
'Tis liberty's rally—
ut and make way for the bold Fenian
Our prayers an our tears they have sco-
ffed and derided,
They've shut out God's sunlight from
spirit and mind,
Our foes were united, and we were divided
We met and they scattered us all to the
But once more returning,
Within our veins burning'
The fire that illumined dark Aherlow's
We'll raise the old cry anew,
Slogan and Con Hugh—
Out, and way for the fenian men.
We've men from the Nors, from the Suir,
and the Shannon,
Let the tyrant come rorth, we'll bring force
against force ;
Our pen is the sword, and our voice the
Rifle for rifle, and horse against horse,
We've made the false saxon yield,
Many a red battle field,
God on our side, we shall do so again—
Pay them back woe for woe,
Give them back blow for blow—
Out and made way for the fenian men!
Side by side for this cause have our fore-
When our hills never echoed the t ead of a
In many a green field where leaden hail
Through the red gap of glory they march-
ed to the grave.
And they who inherl
Their names and their spirit,
Will march 'neath the standard of liberty
Those who love Saxon ways
Native and Sassenagh,
Out, and make way for the fenian men !
Up for the cause, men ! fling forth your
From East to the West, from the South
to the North,
Irish men ! Irish land ! Irish mirth ! Irish
From mansion and cot let the Slogan go
Sons of Old Ireland now,'
Love ye your sireland now ?
Come from the Kirk, from the Chapel
Down with all faction old—
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