HURRAH FOR FRANCE AND ENGLAND

more we'U seek a rival famé,

The days of rivalry are gone, Our ancient lineage is the same.

And now, at last, our cause is one.

A kindred current fills our veins,

And kindred hopes our bosoms fire, For each heroic race maintains The Norman Conqueror's his sire.

Then breast to breast well charge the Russian, Nor aid require from timid Prussian !

Well quell the new Attila's boast, We'U scatter his barbarie host —

Hurrah for France and England !

We'U twine the lily with the rose, And, noblest vengeance valour knows, Give freedom to our vassal foes — Hurrah for France and England !

As on we roarch in gallant guise, 'Neath flags that rally either race,

The bondsmen of the Czar shall rise And fling their fetters in his face.

The nations from their chains shall start,

(*) This spirited translation appeared in the first nomber of the Patratic Fund Journal. ( 1 6th December 1 8 54.)