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24 Jun 10 - 12:59 PM (#2934039) Subject: Lyr Add: COME, CHEER, BROTHERS, UP From: *#1 PEASANT* COME, CHEER, BROTHERS, UP. Written on the Revival of the Grand Lodge of Ireland, in 1837. AIR—"Come, Cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer." Come, cheer, brothers, up, let your smile and your look Show the glow of those hearts which could never be shook; For the clouds of oppression, the scorn of the base, No longer shall taunt us, no longer disgrace. CHORUS. The sons of King William are true Orangemen: Always ready, Watchful, steady, To fight and to conquer again and again. Some men, by that moonshine-expediency led, Doom'd our fair Institution to lie with the dead; But no; she but rested awhile in the shade, And now issues forth in fresh armour arrayed. The sons of King William, &c. And that moment of rest brought its visions of bliss— Bright gleams of past times, and sweet solace for this; And the future thro' vistas of hope's fairy skies, Shows the glory where Nassau's red star will arise. The sons of King William, &c. Hail! hail! to those hearts who, so proudly that day, Stood up for our cause when 'twas doom'd to decay; When the son shew'd he had the true blood of his sire, And his spirit out-flashing in eloquent fire. The sons of King William are true Orangemen: Always ready, Watchful, steady, To fight and to conquer again and again. —The Orange Melodist, Original Orange Songs, With Occasional Verses and an Appendix, Containing Copious Explanatory Notes, Brother William Archer, Oldbrige lodge 597 (Dublin: Brother J. Kirkwood, Printer, 13, Upper Ormond-quay, 1852). |