THE

   BRAVE VOLUNTEERS

One cold stormy night in the month of November,
I heard a poor widow her sad fate deplore,
And many another had cause to remember,
That Wednesday night upon Galway shore.
I asked this fair maiden the cause of her wailing,
And proffered my aid to dry up her tears,
Alas ! she replied, my tears are unavailing,
The sea is the grave of the brave Volunteers.

For Greenock they sailed in the end of November
And many a sore heart they left on the quay,
They were all young men and 500 in number,
Amongst them my Henry from me went away.
It was for no crime of shame or dishonour,
It was for no crime that he left me in tears,
To fight beneath the banner of the Portuguese monarch,
My Henry he joined the brave Volunteers.

Oh! when I think on the hour that we parted,
The tears sad torrents my eyes they do blind,
We kissed ook bands & parted I stood broken hearted,
Saying Henry my love would you leave me behind.
O Margaret my dear, tho' we're but 12months married,
I leave you in sorrow but dry up your tears,
For ll shortly return with riches and glory,
When the war is all over with the brave Volunteers.

We parted in grief and their good ship weighed anchor,
With songs and with music the air did resound,
And little was their thoughts when their hearts were so
merry,
That they never again would set their feet upon the
ground.
O sad was my dreams all that night upon my pillow,
Their moans in the wind as it tolled in my ear,
brave men were o'erwhelmed by the billow,
And not one was saved of the brave Volunteers.

On the coast of G dway they met their disaster,
Which leaves this island many a wet cheek,
No enemy could ever conquer those bold heroes,
But death was the foe that they had for to meet,
I think that I hear the wild tempests still roaring,
I think that I see my brave Henry in tears,
For protection to me and my orphan imploring,
As he sunk ne'er to rise with the brave volunteers.

The fair maids of Scotland has cause to remember,
Their eyes filled with tears and their hearts sad & sore
The night of the dark 28th of November,
When their Sweethearts were lost upon Galway shore.
And many a widow and orphan in Ireland,
Did water the grass with the tears from their eyes,
But their lamentation will never recover.
From the depth of the ocean the brave volunteers.

O where shall I seek for a home or a shelter.
O where shall I seek for a father so kind,
Since Henry no more shall return to my arms,
To hard-hearted strangers he left me behind.
Sleep on my poor orphan you know not your sorrow,
For I'll cease repining and dry up my tears,
For God who in mercy doth feed the young ravens,
Will the widows protect of the brave Volunteers.

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                       THE

            BLARNEY.

OH ! did you ne'er hear of the Blarney
That's found near the banks of Killarney
Believe it from me,
No girl's heart is free,
Once she hears the sweet sound of the
Blarney.
For the Blarney's so great a deceiver,
That a girl thinks you're there though
you leave her;
And never finds out
All the tricks you're about
'Till she's quite gone herself—with your
Blarney.

Oh ! sav would you find this same Blar-
ney ?
There's a castle not far from Killarney,
On the top of its wall—
(But take care you don't fall)
There's a stone that contains all this
Blarney.
Like a magnet, its influence such is,
That attraction it gives all it touches :
If you kiss it they say,
From that blessed day,
You may kiss whom you please with
your Blarney.