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           SIR GARNET

            WILL SHOW

       THEM THE WAY

AT last there's good news 'bout war
Zulu,
Where so many brave lives have been lost,
We've gain'd by experience (dearly 'tis true,)
A lesson we've learned to our cost.
But the nation has heard the news with
delight,
How brave Wolseley is now on his way,
To take the command of our army out there,
And to win he will show them the way.

                           Chorus.

So hurrah! for Sir Garriet, of glorious renown
The brightest of jewels in England's great
crown,
There'll be no more disasters and no more
delay,                                   [the way.
For Sir Garnet's the man that can show them

We all of us know how he won his great fame
By his skill and his courage " True Blue,"
On Red River, 'tis said, that he first made a
name.
And in Ashantee how his foes flew.
Tho' Lord Chelmsford no doubt, is a brave
honest man,
And Sir Bartle Frere too, I dare say,
They've not led our soldiers to victory yet,
But Sir Garnet will show them the way.

So with hearty good will, let us wish him
God speed,
'Tis a mighty relief to us all,
To know we've a man to depend on at need,
Who will answer at duty's stern call;
From the flag of Old England, hell wipe out
the stain,
And the Zulus for peace they will pray,
For the British will beat them again and
again,
And Sir Garnet will show them the way.

But alas ! once again comes a message of woe
How Prince Louis Napoleon was killed,
He was savagely stabb'd by the merciless foe
Like a soldier he fell on the field;
His poor noble mother, with heart nearly
For ever will mourn that sad day, [broke,
But his death we'll revenge with a terrible,
stroke,
And Sir Garnet will show us the way.

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          EMIGRANT'S

            FAREWELL.

FAREWELL to thee, England, oh, land
of our birth,
The pride and the glory, and ast of the
earth ;
We sail with sad hearts, to a land far away,
In search of the bread that may fail if we
stay.
New faces glow bright, in the blaze of our
fires,
The stranger sits down in the hall of our sires
Farewell, oh, farewell, to thy beautiful shore,
England, dear England, farewell evermore.

We've courage to lead us, there's strength
in our hands,                             [land;
There's wealth to be won in the far distant
For us and our children there's acres to spare
And the name of our fathers forbids us des-
pair ;
There are homes in the world for the honest
and free,                                     [sea ;
And kingdoms and empires to find o'er the
We quit not in anger, thy beautiful shore,
'Tis with tears that we bid thee farewell
evermore.

Farewell, oh, farewell, in the land where we
go,                                             [woe;
Our heart's deep affection shall lighten our
Thy manners, thy language, thy faith and
thy fame,
Shall follow our footsteps, and flourish the
same;
Thy virtues shall live in the songs that we
sing,
And the tales that we tell, to thy glory shall
cling,
Farewell ! Oh ! farewell, to thy time hallow'd
shore,
England, dear England, farewell evermore.