Oh! long may our flags wave in Union together, And the harp of green Erin still kiss the same breeze, And brave ev’ry storm that beclouds the fair weather, Till our harp, like the Stars, floats o’er, rivers and seas. God prosper manly soul-heart, on both land and ocean, That goes in defiance of danger and scars, And send them safe home, to their wives and their sweethearts, With the harp of old Erin and Banner of Stars. 34 The Delaware Volunteers. Come all you young men that do intend to roam From the State of Delaware, a long way from home, Cruising down around the banks of the Southern States hi O, Through sweet and shady groves, Through the rebel States we’ll ramble and we’ll hang Jeff. Davis, O. There’s fishes in the Delaware that’s fitting for our use, Likewise the sugar-cane that yields to us its juice, There’s plenty of good Union men for the Stars and Stripes, you know, Cruising down around the banks, etc. Come all you young girls, and spin us some yarn, You can make us clothing to keep ourselves warm, And you can knit and spin, my girls, while we can reap and mow; Cruising down around, etc. If any of them Southerners dare to come nigh, We’ll rush into the States, and conquer or we’ll die; We’ll rush into the ranks and strike a powerful blow, Cruising down around, etc. 35 Our Flag. BY R. W. MACGOWAN. AIR--_The American Boy._ We’ll rally round the same old Flag Our fathers did of yore, And bravely fight beneath those folds They hallowed with their gore; We’ll guard it as a sacred trust With our devoted band, And shield it from the treachery Of the Southron’s murd’rous hand. What though we had a traitor Twiggs, An Arnold we’d before; But we have still our loyal North, That keeps the oath it swore. As brave as ever to the breeze Our noble Flag’s unfurled, The pride and blessing of our land, The envy of the world. And eager thousands grasp the sword, The scabbard thrown away; With willing hands and faithful hearts, They’re ready for the fray, To teach the Southern fratricide The Stars and Stripes shall wave O’er this the land of liberty, The birthplace of the brave. 36 RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE 69TH REG’T., N. Y. S. M. Sweet Maid of Erin. BY ROBERT M. HART. AIR--_Kathleen Mavourneen._