SONG. LIBERTY's ADDRESS TO HER FRIENDS IN IRELAND. Tune, "REJECTED MASON."

My name is FREEDOM, new come o'er, In private, to this Nation, I travel'd round from shore to shore To find out true relations; My friends are free, and kind enough To entertain a stranger, But dare not own me openly They're so exposed to danger. Tol, lol, &c.

My trusty friends if you'll Unite, And give me your asistance— For Church and State are both combin'd To banish my existance: But if you'll true and trusty be, And burst your chains asunder, My Flag shall wave high in the air, And make the nations wonder. Tol, lol, &c.

Then we'll possess Hibernia's Isle, And I no more will wander; Young men and maids right joyfully, Shall rally round the standard: No hostile blood will stain the soil, Each one their love enjoying; Your hearts and spirits will rejoice To see the Green Flag flying. Tol, lol, &c.

My loving sons who are confin'd, I hope you're not complaining, Be not afraid—do not repine— I'm sure you know my meaning: For were it proper at this time, You know it's my desire, Your freedom soon should be obtained, Tho' thousands should expire. Tol, lol, &c.