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(43) [Page 43] - New south Wales song
J " 'ujj ') r 'T!i i'i 'lj H, u i crcrJJiJi'-
j J^^ ______ ne» was engravd with some deeds he had done.
!?»■! fifirg- i rn ^=mm
The sire of the gods from his chrystaline throne,
Beheld the disconfolate dame;
And.mov'd with her tears, sent Mercury down,
And those were the tidings that came:
Britannia! forbear, nor a sigh nor a tear
lor thy Wolfe so deservedly lov'd;
Thy grief shall be chang'd into tumults of joy.
For Wolfe is not dead, but remove".
To the plains of Quebec with the orders I flew,
Wolfe beg'd for a moments delaj,*
He cry'd,oh forbear, let me victory hear,
And then the co.mmands I'll obey;
With a darkning film I encompass'd his eye*,
And bore him away in a Urn;
Lest the fondness he bore to his own native shore
Should tempt him again to return.
A NEW-SOUTH-WALES SONG f
bangha nelha Wa ha bindeh bangha nel ha Hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh. D. Gad lib.
■j-T/if Air if words brought over Hy an Officer from N S. Wales.

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