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We copy the following noble ballad from tn '' Dublin Nation :" THE CARING SONG OF THE NORTHERN

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 Hear the wars changing note,

 Sounding oer hill and mote, Swelling like winds OCT the tempest -tost main, Or, ringing like hunters horn,

 Borne on the breeze of morn, Deep thrilling deep. with its tsheart-stirring strain

 Gather by plain and lea,

 Muster from sea to sea, Tennant and vassal-serf, noble and squire r Come by the dusky glea, Watt not for tardv men, Red are tho hills with the tongues of war-fre.

 Sassenach' 6OdGgh 6,eies, r Come OCT our circling seas, Plunder and dmassacre followed their train

 Slaves they would make of us,

 Lands they would take of us Naught but their blood can erase the foul stain.

 Come then, nor daily long,

 List not to syren song, Lands we have none. and our homes are no more Come where the torrent dread -

 Chafesin its mountain bed, Wild be your rush as its laundering roar.

 Come o'er the mountains high,

 Where the proud eagles cry Rings through the welkin like tocsin of war

 Come from the valley deep,

 Where the wild Aowrets sleep High men and low men, from uear and from far.

 Come by the mountains track,

 Where the mad tempests wreck, Fierce as your spirits when reused into ire

 Come from the courtly hall,

 Mobiles and gallants all- Leave the soft tones of the silver-tongued Tyre. Noble in death they'llle.

 Summers soft breath shall sigh Balmy OCT graves of the patriot slain:

 While low in his dastard grave

 Cursed lie the coward slave, Who needs not the call of our gathering strain.