How, with strange fondness, turns her loving eye,
In tearful welcome, on each gallant son!
Oh! by her virtues of the cherished past
By all her hopes of what the future brings
I glory that my lot with her is cast,
And my soul flushes, and exultant sings:
She s mine she s ever mine
For her I will resign
All precious things all placed upon her shrine;
Will freely part
With life, hope, heart, -
Will die do aught but fly 1
THE SWAMP FOX
We follow where the Swamp Fox guides, His friends and merry men are we; And when the troop of Tarleton rides, We burrow in the cypress tree. The turfy hammock is our bed, Our home is in .the red deer s den, Our roof, the tree top overhead, For we are wild and hunted men. We fly by day and shun its light, But, prompt to strike the sudden blow, We mount and start with early night, And through the forest track our foe. And soon he hears our chargers leap, The flashing saber blinds his eyes, And ere he drives away his sleep, And rushes from his camp, he dies.
