JACOBITE RELICS.
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THE EXPULSION OF SHANE BUI!1
BY JOHN D'ALTON.
Ye daughters of loveliness! dim not your eyes,
By sorrow unclouded too seldom;
The days are at hand when your heroes shall rise.
And your foes be in trouble and thraldom.
No Sassanach band
Shall fling o'er the land
All the sufferings and sorrows that can be;
The chains of a slave
Shall not fetter the brave,—
With a blessing we'll fit them on Shane Bui!
Though spoiled of the land where our fathers have reigned;
Though bound to the plough and the harrow;
Though goaded to life we feebly sustained
The tasks of a hard-hearted Pharaoh;
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