POETRY..

THE SONG OF MONMOUTH'S MEN.

A ZONG a battle song • Zing it heartily and strong!

'Three hundred mile,. .through wet and dry our lads have marched along.

With a hymn to stay their stomachs, our lads have marched along.

We broke the foe at Norton, but they runned away too vast. Now zing, good vriends and brothers, for the cowards stand at last.

Oh, it may be worse or better, and it may be right or wrong : But at least we'll zing it heartily : our zong„ our battle song!

A crown! a goldian crown!

For King James be vallen down, And Monmouth rides bare-headed through the streets o' Taunton town :

Zip pretty as a piny, through the streets o"raunton town. And he shall have all England's crown and wear it as he will, 4' Kind James" who saved the martyrs, when" Cruel James" said "'Kill "

Oh, he may be prince or love-child, and lie may be king or clown, But at least he'll wear it royally : a crown! a goldian crown !

A vight! a gallant vight !

And God for Faith and Right!

'Two armies lie in .darkness on Sedgy Moor to-night!

Israel and haughty Amalek on Sedgy Moor to-night !

Unto a holy harvest our reap-hooks we have whet, And some shall zee the sunrise that shall never zee it set !

Oh, it may be death or victory, and it may be day or night: But at least well right it to. the end : a vight a gallant right! EDWAUD SYDNEY TYLEE.