When your rights are destroyed, an… When your kings and your princes t… O! shall it be said that no vengea… The land of the Oder, the Elbe, a… O! shall it be said that the Germ…

O! for the shade of the sycamore, That spreadeth its boughs at my co… O! for the kiss of my bonnie bride… And the welcome glow of her warm f… And O! for the smile of my bonnie…

Far away from the white man’s smok… In the woods and in silence deep, Under the shade of the beech and o… The bones of the heroes sleep. And there we go when the sky is gr…

Tis sad to go a-roving Through the weary world alone, For the bliss of life is loving, Ere the days of youth are flown And old age is Love’s undoing,

The merry Spring, the bright, bri… What joys she shakes from her flow… When the young bird sings from its… How happy it sleeps on its loved o… How sweet to roam at beauty’s side…

When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry bigots frown; When rulers plot, for sefish ends, To keep the nations down; When statesmen form unholy league

There dwelt a miller, hale and bol… Beside the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till… No lark more blithe than he; And this the burden of his song

Stay with me, Poesy! playmate of… Friend of my manhood! delight of m… Roamer with me over valley and wil… Searching for loveliness, groping… Stay with me, dwell with me, spiri…

The rushing winds around us sweep, The storms about us roar, And we-we skim the foaming deep, A thousand miles from shore. Fierce o’er the wave the tempests…

Hope on her wings, and God her gu… The dove of Noah soared, Far through the dim unfathomed spa… Where shoreless ocean roared. But ah! she found no valley green,

Soldier of Poland! wherefore sigh… Freedom, though crushed, shall nev… Though for awhile her noble head Be trampled by the Cossack’s trea… Though the proud Russian lay her…

When my soul flies to the first gr… Friends of the bard! let my dwelli… By the green bank of that rippling… Under the shade of yon tall beech… Bury me there, ye lovers of song,

He carved his name upon the tree, Ere he hied him o’er the billow, A token of love and memory On that lone drooping willow; And bade me come at twilight dim,

Hurrah! for the land of the thistl… The clime of the fair and free! Where the lassies are bonnie And loving as ony, The pride of the North Countrie!

OLD Tubal Cain was a man of migh… In the days when earth was young: By the fierce red light of his fur… The strokes of his hammer rung; And he lifted high his brawny hand