Oh! deem not the demon will pause in his ire,
Of Luther or Calvin the sigus to enquire;
Enough, ye the fetters of errors have burst;
Alike ye have dared, and alike are accurs'd;
He heeds not the squabble of surplice and gown-
Woe, woe is your doom, with the Bible and Crown.

By the halo of glory, undying in fame,

That gilds with its lustre your forefathers' name-
By all that to freemen and loyal is dear,

Come, for hearths and for altars, and loud be the cheer;
That, waking the echoes in country and town-
On, on, gallant hearts, for the Bible and Crown.

Let

Awake to the contest, and proudly and brave,
your banners of freedom and loyalty wave;
And keen be the blade, and unerring the blow,
And firm be your tread on the neck of the foe,
As tumbles the Dagon of Popery down

Before the bless'd look of the Bible and Crown.

We ne'er will relinquish the Orange and
Blue.

To Nassau's lov'd shade, in elysium of late,
Some sons of Ierne were heard to complain-
Now virtue is driven from her favourite seat,
And loyalty groans on the blood-sprinkled plain;
While Jacobins ery, "All power we defy,

For laws we will trample, and kings we deny;
Nor will we this conduct cease to pursue,
Until we extirpate the Orange and Blue."

P

Great William, aroused from blissful repose,
To his air-formed truncheon indignantly flies;
A look of defiance around him he throws,

And thus, in loud accents, the hero replies:-
"To arms then away, your prowess display,
What the fathers have bled for, the sons can't betr
Remember their honor's entrusted to you,
Nor dare to relinquish the Orange and Blue.

"When Ireland once bled under Jacobite laws, And freedom in tears sued to me for protection, A band of true Britons enroll'd in her cause,

Pass'd to your shores, brought her foes to subjecti At the Boyne they fled, at Aughrim they bled; Then freedom in extacy lifted her head, And smiled to behold how the Jacobite crew Due homage had paid to the Orange and Blue.

"And now shall those traitors in martial array, Audacious unfurl their banners of green? Shall virtue, shall loyalty sink in dismay,

And freedom's own Orange no longer be seen? To arms then, for shame, and rescue your fame, I call you my champions, henceforth bear my nam And tell those vile miscreants their deeds they shall r When humbled once more by the Orange and Blu

The order was given, what soul could withstand?
All true-hearted fellows with ardour obey!
The first was Nassau's, and joined heart and hand,
An host of staunch Orangemen stand in array.

Hark! already they cry, in accents of joy:
"The green we shall vanquish or gloriously die;
And prove to all traitors we're loyal and true,
To our Queen and our colours, the Orange and Blue."

No Repeal.

Ye branches of our Orange tree,
First planted at the Boyne,

Oh! will you sell your blood-bought rights,

And with Repealers join?

And league yourselves with rebels vile,

And stigmatise your name;

And union form with harlot Rome,

Your country's curse and shame,

Chorus.

Ye branches of our Orange tree,
Oh! may you never fail

To rally round old England's flag,
And cry out, "No Repeal.”

Oh! will you seize the rebel pike,

And hoist the rebel rag;

And will you stain your yet fair fame—

Disgrace your Orange flag?

Will you the "bull frog's" legions swell

Will you O'Brien join

Will you, to pull down England's throne,

With England's foes combine!

Ye branches, &c.

No! by the mem'ries of the past—
By Smithfield's lurid fires-
By Ridley's spirit-Cranmer's shade-
By all that hope inspires:
By Slaney's waters, crimson'd red,
When high the black flag waved,
And hell-engendered Popery

Doomed no one should be saved.

Ye branches, &c.

By all on earth we hold most dear,
By hopes of heaven above;
By freedom-laws-our Orange cause,
And by the faith we love,-

We swear we'll never faithless prove
Should danger's hour draw nigh;
We'll stand beside old England's flag-
We'll conquer or we'll die.

Ye branches, &e.

The clouds of doubt and jealousy
Long since have passed away—
Of Protestants, but few are found
In treason's vile array.
The sons of Knox and Calvin bold,
With Luther's sons agree,

To rally round the sacred ground
Where grows the Orange tree.

Ye branches, &c.

And there, beside that noble tree,

Shall float, as o'er the seas,

"The flag that braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze."

And Orange William's true-born sons

Will crush the rebel tail;

Then, Protestants of Erin, cry,

Hurrah! for No Repeal!

Ye branches, &c.

The Genius of Orange.

The genius of Orange long smouldering lay
'Mongst honest fellows, on banks of the Bann;
Who early foresaw that naught they could say
Would alter the base Republican plan:
While Papist slaves,

By priests and knaves,

Were taught 'twas a crime to let heretics live;
When murder and slaughter

Were preached from the altar,

'Twas time for the "Delzos"* defence to contrive.

Each neighbour consulted his Protestant friend
How best to oppose this priest-ridden crew;

On their own plan 'twas agreed in the end
That Union alone the business would do;
Union, union,

Happy union,

Your King and your country from traitors defend, Let no perjured savage

Our dear country ravage,

Though the Irish Directory give the command.

* Delzos a nickname given by the Papists to the Orangemen.