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Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza!
To hail the nation's guest.
Ye beauteous maids, your garlands fling
Around the hero's brow;
Ye hoary veterans, bither bring
The heart's full tribute now;
Let kings their diadems cast down,
And nobles shrink to nothing—yet
True glory, honor, gem the name
Of gallant La Fayette-
Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza!
For gallant La Fayette!
Oh! welcome, father-name alone
Dearer than titles-we,
Thy children, give thy homage known,
And freemen greet thee free;
True patriot, shield thy hoary head
Beneath the oak thou help’dst to rear;
Welcome, deliverer, champion, friend,
La Fayette's welcome here-
Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza!
La Fayette's welcome here.

LA FAYETTE’S WELCOME TO MARYLAND.

Sung at the dinner given to Gen. La Fayette by the Legislature of Maryland, Dec. 24th, 1824.-By W. P. Farquhar.

TUNE" Scots wa hae.
WELCOME, welcome, La Fayette,
Thee we never shall forget;
Friend of man, we love thee yet,

Friend of Liberty.
Thou wast once our friend indeed,
Wast our friend in time of need

Thou for us didst freely bleed,

Son of Liberty.

And we love to see thee here,
Thou art now, as ever, dear;
Thee we ever shall reverem

Friend of Liberty.

Yes, we take thee by the hand,
Welcome thee to Maryland
By thee she will ever stand,

Firm and true to thee.

Thou hast been the honest man,
Acting on a worthy plan;
Since old time its course began-

Who has done like thee? And the toils of war now o’er, Welcome to Columbia's shore; Yes, we love thee more and more

Friend of Liberty. Freedom's cause is cause divine: Freedom's cause was ever thine: On the world soon may it shine,

The sun of Liberty. Welcome, welcome, La Fayette, Thou art good and thou art great, Welcome, welcome, to our state

Happy may'st thou be. Sons and daughters long shall tell, None did ever thee excel; Mothers, fathers, lov'd thee well

Friend of Liberty.

SONG, Written by J. McCreery, and sung by a gentleman of

Petersburg at a public dinner.

TUNE" Anacreon in Heaven.”
See Decatur, our hero, returns to the west,

Who's destined to shine in the annals of story;
A bright ray of vict’ry beams high on his crest,
Encircled his brows by a halo of glory.
· On Afric's bleak shore,

From the insolent Moor,
His bloody stained laurels in triumph he tore,
Where the crescent, which oft spread its terrors afar,
Submissively bowed to Columbia’s star.
Algiers' haughty Dey, in the height of his pride,

From American freemen a tribute demanded;
Columbia's brave freemen the tribute denied,
And his corsairs to seize our bold tars were com-

manded.
Their streamers wave high,

But Decatur draws nigh,
His name strikes like lightning-in terror they ily;
Thrice welcome our hero, returned from afar,
Where the proud crescent falls to Columbia's star.

LA FAYETTE.
TUNE_" Auld Lang Syne.
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?
The friend that's true remember'd not,

And days o’ lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,

We never can forget,
When dangers press’d and foes drew neari

Our friend was La Fayette.

When first our fathers bravely drew

'Gainst tyrants and their laws,
On wings of generous zeal he flew,
To aid the holy cause.

For auld laug syne, my dear, &c.
He stem'd the broad Atlantic wave,

He vow'd they should be free,
He led the bravest of the brave,
To death or victory.

For auld lang syne, my dear, &c. · Let Brandywine his glory tell,

And Monmouth loud acclaim;
Let York in triumph proudly swell
The measure of his fame.

For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.
Shall sons of freedom e'er forget,

Till time shall cease to move,
The debt they owe to La Fayette,
Of gratitude and love?

For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.

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THE BANKS OF CHAMPLAIN. "Twag autumn, and round me the leaves were descend

ing, And lonely the woodpecker peck'd on the tree, Whilst thousands their freedom and rights were de.

fending
The din of their arms sounded dismal to me;
For Sandy, my love, was engag'd in the action,
Without him I valued the world not a fraction;
His death would have ended my life in distraction,
As lonely I stray'd on the banks of Champlain.
Then turning to list to the cannon's loud thunder,

My elbow I lean'd on a rock near the shore;

The sounds nearly parted my heart-strings assunder

I thought I should see my dear shepherd no mor
But soon an express all my sorrow suspended,
My thanks to the Father of mercies ascended,
My shepherd was safe, and my country defended,
By freedom's brave sons on the banks of Champlain
I wip'd from my eye the big tear that had started,

And hasten’d the news to my parents to bear,
Who sigh'd for the loss of relations departed,

And wept at the tidings that banish'd their care. The cannons now ceased, the drums still were beating, The foes of our country far north were retreating, The neighb’ring damsels each other were greeting, With songs of delight on the banks of Champlain. Our squadron triumphant, our army victorious,

With laurels unfaded, our Spartans return’d; My eyes never dwelt on å scene half so glorious,

My heart with such rapture before never burn'd. But Sandy, my darling, that moment appearing, His presence to every countenance cheering, Was render'd to me more doubly endearing, By feats he perforni'd on the banks of Champlain. But should smiling peace, with her blessings and treas

ures, Soon visit the plains of Columbia again, What pen can describe the enrapturing pleasures,

That I shall experience through life with my swain? For then no wild savage will come to alarm us, Nor worse British foes send their minions to harm us, But nature and art will continue to charm us, While happy we live on the banks of Champlain.

ODE-For the Fourth of July, 1827. To the sages who spoke to the heroes who bled To the day, and the deed-strike the harpstrings of

glory,

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