VI.

Then let our glorious anthem peal!

And drown-" Britannia rules the waves!" Strike up the song, that men can feel"Columbia rules-two million slaves!"

VII.

Long live the bard who calls the South
"The land of liberty!"--sweet word!
Long may it be in every mouth!

And soon in every heart be stored.

VIII.

God save the rights of all our race!
God speed the car of liberty!
And trample down oppression base,
In every guise of tyranny!

THE END.

PRINTED BY A. J. VALPY,
RED LION COURT, FLEET STREET.