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From the t5asquct of Literary Gems,

 Glasgow, 1881. 2TYRULESE WAR SONG. There's cloud in the sky, There's cloud in he gieu, But tho one is of vapour,

 Ihe other of men. We have sworn by the blood

 Which Napoleon hath split, The arm on the altar.

 + he hand on the hilt. We have sworn by that God, Nho can keep us, and save us, To fight for the land

 Which oursforcfathers' gave us. We have taken our last ioolS-- We have taken our last kiss But let that hour of anguish Be paid for in this. Down, downvith the rocks

 On the helI.hounds below. And clear let the horn

 C. the 1yroIese blow. Gut away--cut away,

 With the stones, and the trees, And let France long remember The brave Tyrolcsei And woe be tobim,

 Mid tho thousands beneath, Whom the iyrolese marks

 From the mountainous heath. There's spell in his eye, There's a spell in his breath, And tie sound of the gun Is the watch-word oI death. Now, now IS the time,

 Nhiio our standard still waves, Q show there are some yet Who will not be slaves