Song. Paddy and No More!

In concert join each soul that loves, The Patriotic tie; Who dares the test of Union take, And free will live—or die: Unite your notes 'till echo strong, Shall make the rafters roar; With one who boasts himself to be— A PADDY AND NO MORE. Unite your notes, &c.

Unite my boys, unite, unite, Quell discord—live in peace; Forget your feuds, with mutual love Let's brotherly embrace; Let each man freely chuse his way His MAKER to adore, And teach the world that IRISHMEN Are Paddies evermore. Let each man, &c.

The times are bad and must be worse, Ere Liberty can reign:— There's some must bleed, and some must die, Some grind the Tyrant's chain; But when fell Tyrants bite the dust, Stain'd with their filthy gore; Then shall our children Paddies-be, From that day evermore. But when all, &c.

But should foul terror take th' alarm Our voices must be mute; For who, with IRISH JUSTICE, now Dare venture to dispute; But should we to the dungeon go, Our friends went there before; Yet in the CELL, or on the SOD, We're Paddies evermore. But should, &c.

Our Patriots—the best of men, In galling irons lie, Hush! hark my boys, do not you hear The imprison'd patriots sigh? But oh! that sigh shall not be lost, 'Twill sound from shore to shore, And rouse the spirit of freedom in Our Paddies Ireland o'er. But oh! that sigh, &c.

Our Patriotic VIRGIN band, Have hoisted the GREEN COCKADE; Whose charms nor smiles can not be won By slaves—of death afraid: Assert the rights of IRISHMEN, We ask this—and no more,— And then we'll FOLD you in our ARMS, And LOVE ye evermore. Assert the rights, &c.