Here are some lyrics which I haven't seen before and which don't a[[ear to be in the DT or The Ballad Index. I have not checked Broce O's siye. Regards, John

THE WHITE COCKADE.

Translated from the Gaelic, by J. J. Callanan.
Born 1795. Died 1829.

KING CHARLES he is King James's son,
And from a royal line is sprung ;
Then up with shout, and out with blade,
And we'll raise once more the white cockade.

0 ! my dear, my fair-hair'd youth,
Thou yet hast hearts of fire and truth ;
Then up with shout, and out with blade
We'll raise once more the white cockade.

My young men's hearts are dark with woe;
On my virgins' cheeks the grief-drops flow;
The sun scarce lights the sorrowing day.
Since our rightful prince went far away;

He's gone, the stranger holds his throne ;
The royal bird far off is flown :
But up with shout, and out with blade
We'll stand or fall with the white cockade,

No more the cuckoo hails the spring,
The woods no more with the stanch- hounds ring;

The song from the glen, so sweet before,
Is hush'd since Charles has left our shore.
The prince is gone : but he soon will come,
With trumpet sound, and with beat of drum:
Then up with shout, and out with blade
Huzza for the right and the white cockade.

^^