The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1900-03-24
NEWS FROM IRELAND
AnglO-SaxOn P0t-Pourri.

o, bless my daughter cross the sea,
Who makes her contributions
To quench sweet love for liberty,
And smash the constitutions.
Columbia:
/ pledge to you my heart and hand,
In all your ways and slaughter,
And swear that l will ever be
Your true and loving daughter.
My constitutions out of date
And past all comprehension,
Because, you see, Pm forced by fate
In business OF expansion
Britannia:
Conc, noble cub, come to my arms,
For l have loved you ever,
And henceiorth naught beneath the sun
Our friendship true shall sever.
Together we the earth will roam,
In search OF easy plumber,
And foes shall tremble at the boom
OF our great cannon's thunder.
Columbia:
Subdue the burglers, mother dear,
On lowlands and on highlands,
And let me treat with those who dwell
Upon the South Sea islands.
And should we meet a sultan, grand,
Who's bound to make lis trouble,
Well make him ruler OF the land
His slaves and harems double.
Both together:
Oh, rally round the flag, boys, rally
once again,
Shouting the battle cry OF plumber;
The boodred union jack, boys, your
flag shall e'er remain,
Shouting the battle cry OF plumber.
The eagle and the lion shall rule the
world at will,
With grief and lamentation the world
they'll surely fill,
For when they once have started they
never will be still, :
Shouting the battle cry OF plumber.
Britannia:
The white mans burden we must bear
To ev'ry heather nation,
And civilizc all tribes on earth,
With kind assimilation.
Well take their gold and in return
Give them our rum and whisky,
Their humble l,uts we'll surely burn,
Ii they appear too frisky.
Columbia:
Your game is good and suits me we'll
Your cub is quick at learning,
And for the things you speak about
My soul has long been yearning.
What ii you spurned me i'll the past,
And call lis Yankee doodle?
We know each other now at last,
For both are bent on DOODLE
Uncle Sam:
1t pears to me I'm getting old
My memory is failing,
Perhaps it's from an overdose
OF Doodle I am ailing.
I must brace up, and once again
For freedoms battle rally,
No longer shall John Bull remain
My bosom friend and ally.
John Bull:
Now blawst me hcycs, what's this Hi
'ear?
Hi thought c 'ad departed,
And ere c comes to spoil me game,
Just as Hi 'ad hit started.
Hit makes HE bloomin sick to know
Hi ad 'cr almost landed,
And now the ole scheme at one throw
As struck a rock and stranded
The proposed victims:
O country OF justice and freedom,
The haven OF refuge to all,
Thysclf freed from bondage of tyrants-
0 list to sweet liberty's call!
When brothers in death throes are cry
ing
For aid against oppression and greed
And brave men in thousands are dying
Turn not from the weak in their need!
Let your banner OF red, white and blue
For the noble and just e'cr wave true;
Let the spirit OF heroes assemble
Before you unclouded in view.
Chorus OF departed spirits:
The bonded shall be free,
And love for liberty
Shall never die.
Blaze forth, o beacon light,
For mortals' equal right;
Our God will give you might
From hcav'n on high.
Uncle Sam, aroused:
Bring forth my shield OF fearless truth,
hear the bug1c calling!
Shall stand idly by when men q.
For freedoms cause are calling?
Nay, let my cannons all be manned,
And speak in voice Of thunder,
That Uncle Sam has never planned
To rascals aid in plumber.
CHARLES LINE.
ARMAGH.
In Portadown, on March 2, the Tory
rejoicings over the relief OF Ladysmith