“ Our bugles had sung, for the night cloud had lower’d,
⁠and the centinel stars set the watch in the sky,
And thousands had sunk on the ground, overpower’d;
⁠the weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
⁠by the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarding the slain. ”

“ THE BANKS OF THE BAN.
On Esebeth harbour, that place call’d Hiltown,
"Where the rivers & fountains they did me surround;
I spied a fair female as you soon shall understand,
Was viewing small fishes on the banks of the Ban.
I stepped up to her, and to her did say,
Kind nature has fram’d you all hearts to betray,
But if you will go with me, love, here is my hand
That we will be married on the banks of the Ban. ”

“ Altho’ the restless ocean
⁠may long between us roar,
Yet while my heart has motion,
⁠she’ll lodge within its core;
For artless and endearing,
⁠and mild and young is she,
The lovely Maid of Erin,
⁠who sweetly sang to me.
When Fate gives intimation,
⁠that my last hour is nigh.
With placid resignation
⁠I’ll lay me down and die;
Fond hope my bosom cheering,
⁠that I in heav’n shall see
The lovely Maid of Erin,
⁠who sweetly snng to me.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”