SIEGE OF PLATTSBUGH.

BACKSIDE of Albany, tan Lake Champlain :
One little pond half full a water-
Plattsburgh dare too, close upon de main-
Town, small-he grow bigger do hereafter.
On Lake Champlain
Uncle Sam set he Boat;

And Massa Macdonough, he sail 'em-
While Gen'ral M'Comb,

Make Plattsburgh he home,

Wid he army, whose courage nebber fail 'em.

Eleventh day of September

In eighteen hundred and fourteen: Gubbenner Probose, and he British soldier, Come to Plattsburgh, a Tea-party courtin. An' he Boat come too,

Arter Uncle Sam Boat

Massy Donough do, look sharp out he winder?
Den Gen'ral M'Comb,

Ah! he always home!

Catch fire too, jiss like a tinder!

Bow! wow! wow! den de Cannon 'gin t' roar ;
In Plattsburgh, an' all 'bout dat quarter-
Gubbener Probose try he hand 'pun de shore,
While he Boat take he luck 'pun de water.
But Massa Macdonough

Kick he Boat in de head!

Break he heart, broke he shin, 'tove he calf in-
An' Gen'ral M'Comb,

Start ole Probose home!

Taught me soul den, I muss die a laffin.

Probose scart so, he left all behind

Powder, ball, cannon, tea-pot an' kettleSome say, he cotch a cold, perish in he mind, 'Bloig'd eat so much raw, an' cold vittle.

Uncle Sam, berry sorry
To be sure for he pain-

Wish he nuss himself up, well an' hearty-
For Gen'ral M'Comb

An' Massy Donough home,
When he notion for a nudder tea-party.

IMMORTAL WASHINGTON.

COLUMBIA'S greatest glory

Was her lov❜d Chief.....fair freedom's friend, Whose fame renown'd in story,

Shall last 'till time itself shall end.
Ye Muses bring
Your harps and sing

Sweet lays that in smooth numbers run,
In praise of our lov'd hero,
The great, the godlike Washington!
His fame through future ages,

Columbia's free-born sons shall raise ;

The theme all hearts engages,

All tongues shall join to sing his praise,
With joy sound forth

His virtuous worth,
And tell the glorious acts he's done;

Of a mankind the greatest

Was our beloved Washington!

And oh! thou Great Creator,

Who form'd his youth and watch'd his age, Since thou in course of nature,

Hast call'd him from this earthly stage.
Great power above,

Enthron'd in love

Who wast before this world began ;

Receive into thy bosom,

Our virtuous Hero...... Washington.

AMERICA, COMMERCE, AND FREEDOM,

How blest the life a sailor leads,

From clime to clime still ranging;
For as the calm the storm succeeds,
The scene delights by changing.
Tho' the tempests howl among the main,
Some objects will remind us,
And cheer with hope to meet again
The friends we left behind us.

Then under full sail we laugh at the gale,
And the landsmen look pale, never heed them:
But toss off a glass to some favourite lass,
To America, Commerce, and Freedom.

But when arriv'd in sight of land,
Or safe in port rejoicing,

Our ship we moor, our, sails we hand,
Whilst out the boat is hoisting;

With cheerful hearts the shore we reach,
Our friends delighted greet us,
And tripping lightly o'er the beach,
The pretty lasses meet us.

When the full flowing bowl enlivens the soul,
To foot it we merily lead them;

And each bonny lass will drink off her glass,
To America, Commerce, and Freedom.

Our prizes, sold, the chink we share,
And gladly we receive it;

And when we meet a brother tar,
That wants, we freely give it :
No freeborn sailor yet had store,
But cheerfully would lend it:
And when 'tis gone-to sea for more
We earn it but to spend it.

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Then drink round, my boys, 'tis the first of our joys
To relieve the distress'd clothe and feed them,
'Tis a duty we share with the brave and the fair,
In this Land of Commerce and Freedom.

HIGHLAND MARY.

YE banks and braes, and streams around
The castle o' Montgomery,

Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie;
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
And there they langest tarry ;
For there I took the last farewell,
Or my dear Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloom'd the gay green kirk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom:
As underneath her fragrant shade,
I clasp'd her to my bosom!
The golden hours, on angel wings;
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life,
Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Wi' money a vow, and lock'd embrace,
Our parting was fu' tender;
And pledging aft to meet again,
We tore ourselves asunder.

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early;
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That wraps my Highland Mary!

Oh pale, pale now those rosy lips,
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!

And clos'd for ay the sparkling glance,
That dwalt on me sae kindly!

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And mouldering now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
But still within my bosom's core,
Shall live my Highland Mary.

THE PATRIOT'S SONG.

HAIL liberty, supreme delight,
Thou idol of the mind!
O'er ev'ry clime extend thy light;
The world range unconfin'd,

The virtuous, the just and brave,
Exist alone with thee!

Nature ne'er meant to form a slave,
Her birth-right's liberty.

Though all the tyrants in the world,
Conspire to crush thy fame,
Thy sacred banner still unfurl'd-
Eternal be thy name!

The virtuous, &c.

Then let the world in one great band
Of glorious unity,

Drive despotism from the land,

Or die for liberty!

The virtuous, &c.

Columbia, how blest art thou

Secure from tyrant's sway
Assert thy rights, thy laws avow,
Drive depots far away.

The virtuous, &c.