Poe,ical.

A WAR SONG.
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ny II. KAINF.


AIH-Hungarian mtlody.
The foe is advancing,
The sun-be ans glancing,
From banners and plunes in their gorgeous array,
The trumpets are sounding,
The chargers are bounding,
All eager to join in the murderous fray.
Now strike. ye bold yeomsn.
The sword OF the foemen
Ne'er turns from its purpose 10 save or to spare
No mercy il yanqushed-
While Liberty. anguished,
Shall mourn DER your country in hope les. despair
oh rather be sleeping.


The dead review keeping
Within the dear valleys you bleed TO defend,
Than strangers should revcl,
With pageant and vassa.
Andyou to their tyrany slavishly bend.
Hark! cannons are crashing,
Ard sabres are flashing
All crimson'd with blood from, the hearts of III,
brave;


On! on to the battle!


The cnmbats fierce rattle,
Will startle the souls of our sres from the grave
The red sun is setting.


While thousands forgetting,
Their pain aud ambition, stiff on The plain,
The starry flag waving,


The bloody fight braving.
Now blazes in glory and triumph asain.