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            OLIVER'S ADVICE.

                            BY COLONEL BLACKER.

The night is gathering gloomily the day is closing fast,
The tempest flaps his raven wings, in loud and angry blast ;
The th nder clouds are driving arthwart the lurid sky,
But but your trust in God my boys, and keep your powder dry.

There was a day when loyalty was halled with honour due,
Our banner then protecaion wav'd to all the good and true ;
And gallant hearts beneath its folds were linked in honour's tie,
We put our trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

When treason bare'd h r bloody arm and madden'd round the land,
For king and laws and order fair, we drew the ready brand ;
Our gathering spell was William's name—our was do or die,
And still we put our trust in God and kept our powder dry.

But now alas ! a wondrous change has come the nation o'er,
And worth and gallant services remembered are no more ;
And crush'd beneath oppression weight in chains of grief we lie,
And put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

Forth starts the spawn of treason the scaped of ninty eight,
To bask in country favour to scize the helm of state ;
E'en the whose hands are reeking yet with murder's crimson die,
But put your trust in God my boys and keep you powder dry.

They come, whose deeds ineardin'd the Slaney's silver wave,
The come who to the foreign foe, the hall of welcome gave,
He comes the open repel fierce he comes the Jesuit sly.
But put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

They come whose conicls warp the land in foul rebellious flame,
Their hearts unchastned by remorce their cheeks unting'd by shame,
Be still be still indignant hearts be tearless to each eye
And but your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

The power that led his chosen by pillar cloud and flame,
Through parched sea and desert waste the power is still the same,
He fails not—He the loyal hearts that firm on him rely,
So put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry,

The power that nerved the stalwart arm. of G.deous chosen few,
The power that led great William Boyne's reddening torrent thro'
In his protecting aid confide and every foe defy.
Then put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry,

Already see the star of hope emits its orient blaze,
The cheering bacon of its glimmers through the haze ;
It tells of better days to come it tells of succour nigh,
Then put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

See along the hills of Down its rising glories spread,
But brightest beams its radiance from Donard's lofty head,
Clanbrassal's vales are kindling wide and Roden is the cry,
Then put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

Then cheer ye hearts of loyalty nor sink in dark despair,
Their banner shall again unfold its glories in the air,
The storm that raves the wildest, the soonest passes by,
Then put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.

For happy homes and, alters free, we grasp the ready sword,
For freedom truth and for our God's unmulated word,
These the war cry of our mach our hope the Lord on high,
Then put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.