Liberty desolate,

Strike far! Strike free!

Where the King's coursers champ,

Where the mailed millions tramp,

Ringed round the tyrant's camp,

Strike far! Strike free!

Fall where the Kaiser stands,

Guarded by gory bands,

Known by their bloody hands,

Fall far! Fall free!

Till the last Despots die,

Till the Christ, lifted high,

Consummates Destiny,

Fall far! Fall free!

BLACK EYES.

The Blue Eye will do if the courting is through

And the way of the marriage is sunny,

And it helps in the fun till the sweet life is done

If the girl brings a mint of good money.

But when aft or before the good parson's front door,

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