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              The American War,

                                OR,

      The Irishman's Lamentation.

You tender-hearted Irishmen with patience lend an ear,
And listen to those feeling lines that I have written here;
I am sure each eye will shed a tear if you attention pay,
While thinking on your loving friends that's in America.

For many years our Irish boys have labour'd hard and
sore,
To help their friends and parents all round the shamrock
shore,
But now the cry of war is raised, they're watching night
and day,
To save their life and property all in America.

The blacks and slaves of New Orleans and Philadelphia
joined,                   
With Boston, Quebec, and New York with one accord
combined,
To free the British settlements and claim them as their
own,
Which leaves our Irishmen to weep far from their native
home.

The 12th of May in New-York town was awul to behold
Some thousands of the Yankees they could not be con-
trolled,
They robbed and plundered right and left upon that
awful day,
And swore they'd murder young and old all in America.

To see our Irish females your hearts would rend with
grief—                     
For mercy they did loudly cry, but could find no relief ;
Far from their native country there's many fell a prey,
A victim to those savages all in America.

There's many in this country may shed a briny tear;
While thinking on their children and home they love so
dear—
But were they back in Erin's Isle among their friends
they'd stay.
And praise the Lord to see themselves far from America

Our Irish priests and bishops they undergo great pain,
To save their loving parishoners from this taunting train,
Like St. Francis in the wildbrness they earnestly do pray
For peace and unity once more all in America.

Now since those lines I must conclude, each tender
heart unite,
To offer up a fervent prayer both morning, uoon & night
Unto the Lord of mercy do not neglect to pray,
That he may save our loving friends are in America.

        Moore, Printer, 40, Ann-Street, Belfast.