And the flag we love the best,

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

Waves proudly in the blast,
And they've nailed it to the mast;
Long threat'ning comes at last,

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

'T was well O'Connell said

Says the Shan Van Vocht

"My land when I am dead".

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

"A race will tread your plains
With hot blood in their veins,
Who will burst your galling chains,"

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

For these words we love his name,

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

And Ireland guards his fame,

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

And low her poor heart fell

The day she heard his knell,

For she knew he loved her well,

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

But the good old cause was banned, Says the Shan Van Vocht,

By sleek slave and traitor bland,

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

Ah, then strayed to foreign strand
Truth and Valor from our land,
The stout heart and ready hand,

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

But with courage undismayed,

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

These exiles watched and prayed

Says the Shan Van Vocht;

For, though trampled to the dust
Their cause they knew was just,
And in God they put their trust,

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

And now, if ye be men,

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

We'll have them back again

Says the Shan Van Vocht,

With pike and guns galore,
And when they touch her shore
Ireland's free for evermore-

Says the Shan Van Vocht.

"GOD SAVE IRELAND!"

AIR--Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching.

HIGH upon the gallows tree
Swung the noble-hearted three,
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their
bloom;

But they met him face to face,
With the courage of their race,

And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.

"God save Ireland!" said the heroes;
"God save Ireland !" said they all :
"Whether on the scaffold high
"Or the battle-field we die,

"Oh, what matter, when for Erin
dear we fall!"

Girt around with cruel foes,
Still their spirit proudly rose,
For they thought of hearts that loved
them, far and near;

Of the millions true and brave
O'er the ocean's swelling wave,

And the friends in holy Ireland even dear. "God save Ireland!" said they proudly;

"God save Ireland !" said they all

"Whether on the scaffold high
"Or the battle-field we die,
"Oh, what matter, when for Erin
dear we fall !"

Climbed they up the rugged stair. Rung their voices out in prayer, Then with England's fatal cord around them cast,

Close beneath the gallows tree,
Kissed like brothers lovingly,

True to home and faith and freedom to the last.

"God save Ireland !" prayed they loudly;

"God save Ireland !" said they

all:

"Whether on the scaffold high
"Or the battle-field we die,

"Oh, what matter, when for Erin
dear we fall !"

Never till the latest day

Shall the memory pass away

Of the gallant lives thus given for our

land;

But on the cause must go,

Amidst joy, or weal, or woe,

Till we've made our isle a nation free and

grand.

God save Ireland!" say we
proudly;

"God save Ireland!" say we all:
"Whether on the scaffold high
"Or the battle-field we die,

"Oh, what matter, when for Erin
dear we fall! "

THE OLD RACE.

AIR-Garryowen.

HURRA for the brave old Irish Race That fire or sword could not efface, That lives and thrives and grows apace However its foes assail it

That point by point, and day by day Wins back its rights, and works its way ! And bursts its bonds-Hurra! Hurra! With a hundred cheers we'll hail it!

What did those foes to the old race do? They wreck'd their country through and through,

They robb'd and stripp'd, they hacked and slew,

They hang'd and burn'd, and drown'd them;