The Northern Mother

Tlipy are all in the army, My three brave, gall&nt boys ; Theyvechanged ihe peace óf honje Hf Por man i:il ornp and joyB If, tore niv heart s rincs siully Tu si'.e ihem inaich nway ; But wlnu country called them, 1 eould not say theai n.iy. Tlieiv's om t!iaf. ffraspa a U.e sword CommissioiKcl to coiiiniand ; Therei onewithiu the ranki ïound, Wii h nn!-!iit in nis hand ; Tlioro's one. and hethe yunngeet, Whose stii-iiiji drum loih beat iuullk'ss ninrtiiil memufa For proudly itepping feet. Tlieir fii.thf-r fought boforo them On ïnany a bK od v plain - At Erio niid at Cbippswa. At York and Lime, O . iti.-iy lus tpiril nerve i liorji Whcn in i he li.-itt le's brunt ; Für sliuuid ili-v bil, 1 II know tlien Thoy beo tnsir wound i n front. Godsbield my three lir:vve diirling Throughout iheae crimson waril Gol held i li' ni n defending Our good "'1 Stripeiand Stars I Gol speed them n Lheir missiou Toqnell the reb 1 foe I With stivn'tli [that cficli arch-traitor Alay need no sco'.id bluw. And wlien my youngost boy beats The loud loüg roll at night, That tellsof fo adv tnoing, And bids them arm for fight, God give unto my ui boy, Aniid the b:.u U's Same ; To one - a dashing sou'; tu lead, To one - unerring aim. The list of slnin and wounded l'li read with trecabling uroath, To sl'c luw inany dariiiig sons Have met untimely dealh And sliould mine be nmong iliem, And feil thcy the e lik.' bravea, I would not wish them holier dealú, Nor ask them pi ouder gravea !