Roughing It In The Bush, By Susanna Moodie











































































































































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  Canadians! will you see the flag,
    Beneath whose folds your fathers bled,
  Supplanted by the vilest rag[1]
    That ever - Page 500
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Canadians! Will You See The Flag, Beneath Whose Folds Your Fathers Bled, Supplanted By The Vilest Rag[1] That Ever Host To Rapine Led? Thou Emblem Of A Tyrant's Sway, Thy Triple Hues Are Dyed In Gore; Like His, Thy Power Has Pass'd Away - Like His, Thy Short-Lived Triumph's O'er.

Ay! Let the trampled despot's fate Forewarn the rash, misguided band To sue for mercy, ere too late, Nor scatter ruin o'er the land. The baffled traitor, doomed to bear A people's hate, his colleagues' scorn, Defeated by his own despair, Will curse the hour that he was born!

By all the blood for Britain shed On many a glorious battle-field, To the free winds her standard spread, Nor to these base insurgents yield. With loyal bosoms beating high, In your good cause securely trust; "God and Victoria!" be your cry, And crush the traitors to the dust.

[1] The tri-coloured flag assumed by the rebels.

This outpouring of a national enthusiasm, which I found it impossible to restrain, was followed by

THE OATH OF THE CANADIAN VOLUNTEERS

Huzza for England! - May she claim Our fond devotion ever; And, by the glory of her name, Our brave forefathers' honest fame, We swear - no foe shall sever Her children from their parent's side; Though parted by the wave, In weal or woe, whate'er betide, We swear to die, or save Her honour from the rebel band Whose crimes pollute our injured land!

Let the foe come - we will not shrink To meet them if they dare; Well must they fight, ere rashly think To rend apart one sacred link That binds our country fair To that dear isle, from whence we sprung; Which gave our fathers birth; Whose glorious deeds her bards have sung; The unrivall'd of the earth. The highest privilege we claim, To own her sway - to bear her name.

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