Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1844-01-05

From cleaning sword, and pointed lance,
The arguments of English law,
To keep the Irish poor in awe,
And Ern's children, grooming, writhe,
Meath grinding tax, and priestly 1.-THE,
While RapIne red, and Famine pale,
Are sovereign lords of Innsfail
Such are the boons to Erin given,
Such are the things that cry to heaven.
For vengeance swift, AMI deep, and strong,
To bur,, the bands endured so long.
1t comes: Its coming step is heard,
II comes, and fiery hearts are stirred,
IL comes, TO swell the Shnnnon's flood,
With crimson tides Of Saxon blood,
And give the Ersc their right Of birth,
Among the nations of the earth.
OConnell stands in Emmetrs place,
And dares the tyrant TO her face;
Proud England's power will soon be frayed
From "realms that erst, O'Connor swayed,
For spite of law, and Saxon steel,
The swelling shout, is still, Repeal"
"Lives there a man with heart so dead,
That never TO himself he tn said,
Is NY oWIl, NY HullNc lHIlu
Thus spoke the man. whose ready hand,
Wrote many tale of bow and brand
How life of ancient knights passed on,
How Douglas lived, and Marmion.
Such hearts as that, perhaps, may be,
In realms Oppressed, beyond the sea,
Such hearts as that, can never dwell,
Within the land, we love so well,
For, It's the land, that Freedom sought
The land our fathers blood hath bought
Well stand by her through good, and H.
with all her faults, well love her still"
II Accidency" with his nod,
Attempts TO rule (by grace Of Cod
With his vcios, changes, Texas,
Projects all, con,rivc1 to vex us,
Well only smi'e 10 see how low,
A heart with treason sreepod can 60,
And quietly await The day
When he must bow 20 Henry Clay.
II "Tyler's grippe" that on us fell,
Like curse begotten deep in hell"
II Subterranean sedltion,
Office seeking Abolition,
If northern men, with Southern mind,
Whose honesty we ne'er could find
That fiery Southern horse Calhoun,
That hates the fox, and fears the Coon"
Benton, that prates Of yellow boys"
Or Louis Cass, his art employs
II Maty, trained in cummings school,
Or james Buchanan tries 10 rule,
Well tell them all 10 leave the way,
AMI clear the track for Henry Clay.
And. now, our Muse dos ending down,
Will sing Of things ,ranspred in town,
OF ladies fair, that with US stay,
And ladies' who have passed away
Whom firmly bound in Hymen's chain,
'Twere vain, for us, TO love again.
Our rhyming Goddess, did she please,
Might raise, against u7. quite a freeze,
BY breaking DER the good old rule,
And "lelng stories out of school,"
How Miss and Mrs scold, and fret;
That one NJ IS IS, rank coquci,c,
or whispers low; of rising storm,
That ihnders in our ears Reform"
And, fam, would curb cur passions in,
BY pointing out the road to sin,
And keep us pure, by "good advice"
That makes us learned TN ways Of vice y
o. good old maids, Of pretty Misses.
Whose lips were, surely made for kisses,
How college SUDDEN on the hill,
OF "devment have 'a'cn their fill,
With stars OF night, alone, for ,apers,
Played then wild, fantastic caprrs,
Proved clear MS Ilgh,, that boys AT school,
M1y lose their wits, and play the fool
Night after night ill breaking morn,
Blown oud, and shrl the college horn,
Till sober people, gan to feel
That college boys, could beat the "Deil"
How lawyer puhtr's mega thremma,"
And mighty sqUlbs, let off by Jenny,
Have failed to shake the college down,
Or drive the students, out I, { town.
Of direfn quarrels we could tell,
'Twixt Democrat and Sentinel,
or of1ice-holder's prontr'd bait,
To give that "plan for unon," weight.
How Dick, mot he, of Lion hearty
Refused, with press, and types, 10 part,
How, strangely, once, at dead of night,
Went press and types in hurried fight
Where unsroed Bishop holds his sway
And nonsense prints for sake of pay.
As when two pigmies on the plain,
Contend some lrlling thing 10 gain,
The silly things think great affairs,
Dependu upon their puny wars,
So, when these Loco brothers dear,
He'd, each, the other by the ear,
And slrove TO prove by reas'nng wise,
Each Other somewhat, fond of lies,
They thought, like fools, that all the land,
In sheer asionishment would stand,
And gaze in wonder mixed with fright,
To see such sialwar, pigmies fight.
OF that dread war our Muse would tell,
! Were it not known to ALL so well
Were't not tina, thought of little hings
No pleasure gives, no profit brings.
| Our Pegasus that's rarely rode,
Der Earth's WIDE regions, thus hath s,rode
Our Muse hath sung of mighty kings,
OF things of weight, and liitle things.
OF Autocrats with iron rod,
And fools who rule "by grace of God"
Oflhings NJ home, and things afar,
And ended all with Printers war.
Patrons our Muses. couis, is run,
Her tale is told, her brands done,
And, rs she bids you all ndeu,
With ferven thoughts nor faint, nor few,
She prays that good and happy cheer,
BE yours throughout The coming year.
For wealth increasing, day by day
To all who send Their printers pay,
And Joy unhounded to each Miss.
Who greets the Carrier with her kiss.
"A pert young npsiarf, while ridlr
stage, was attempting TO r d culn the