SIEGE OF PLATTSBUGH. BACKSIDE of Albany, tan Lake Champlain : And Massa Macdonough, he sail 'em- Make Plattsburgh he home, Wid he army, whose courage nebber fail 'em. Eleventh day of September In eighteen hundred and fourteen: Gubbenner Probose, and he British soldier, Come to Plattsburgh, a Tea-party courtin. An' he Boat come too, Arter Uncle Sam Boat Massy Donough do, look sharp out he winder? Ah! he always home! Catch fire too, jiss like a tinder! Bow! wow! wow! den de Cannon 'gin t' roar ; Kick he Boat in de head! Break he heart, broke he shin, 'tove he calf in- Start ole Probose home! Taught me soul den, I muss die a laffin. Probose scart so, he left all behind Powder, ball, cannon, tea-pot an' kettleSome say, he cotch a cold, perish in he mind, 'Bloig'd eat so much raw, an' cold vittle. Uncle Sam, berry sorry Wish he nuss himself up, well an' hearty- An' Massy Donough home, IMMORTAL WASHINGTON. COLUMBIA'S greatest glory Was her lov❜d Chief.....fair freedom's friend, Whose fame renown'd in story, Shall last 'till time itself shall end. Sweet lays that in smooth numbers run, Columbia's free-born sons shall raise ; The theme all hearts engages, All tongues shall join to sing his praise, His virtuous worth, Of a mankind the greatest Was our beloved Washington! And oh! thou Great Creator, Who form'd his youth and watch'd his age, Since thou in course of nature, Hast call'd him from this earthly stage. Enthron'd in love Who wast before this world began ; Receive into thy bosom, Our virtuous Hero...... Washington. AMERICA, COMMERCE, AND FREEDOM, How blest the life a sailor leads, From clime to clime still ranging; Then under full sail we laugh at the gale, But when arriv'd in sight of land, Our ship we moor, our, sails we hand, With cheerful hearts the shore we reach, When the full flowing bowl enlivens the soul, And each bonny lass will drink off her glass, Our prizes, sold, the chink we share, And when we meet a brother tar, M Then drink round, my boys, 'tis the first of our joys HIGHLAND MARY. YE banks and braes, and streams around Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, How sweetly bloom'd the gay green kirk, Wi' money a vow, and lock'd embrace, But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, Oh pale, pale now those rosy lips, And clos'd for ay the sparkling glance, 1 And mouldering now in silent dust, THE PATRIOT'S SONG. HAIL liberty, supreme delight, The virtuous, the just and brave, Nature ne'er meant to form a slave, Though all the tyrants in the world, The virtuous, &c. Then let the world in one great band Drive despotism from the land, Or die for liberty! The virtuous, &c. Columbia, how blest art thou Secure from tyrant's sway The virtuous, &c. |