SONG. THE TRUMPET OF FAME. Tune, "PLANKSTY CONNOR."

Good people I pray you attend to me, Who wish to set your Country FREE. In UNION'S band Join hand in hand, And be ye firm UNITED; The virtuous and brave will commend you, And LIBERTY's Sons will befriend you, The Ladies, so fair, Your victories will share, The prayers of the poor will attend you. Tol, lol, &c.

Your Country's rights, on you depends, Then cheer up your hearts my trusty friends: In bondage perceive Your brethren doth grieve, By slavery so long degraded: To LIBERTY'S arms I call you, Let no dispotic power enthral you, No time serving imps, Their spies or their pimps; Shall ever find shelter among you. Tol, lol, &c.

Be wise, ye Irishmen, and brave, Persevere—you will your country save; The Bastiles you'll tear, The SHAMROCK, you'll wear, In spite of all knaves and usurpers; With wisdom view man in his station, Ye Sons of the brave Irish Nation; May the Trumpet of Fame Your FREEDOM proclaim, And meet with mankind's approbation.