Song of the Firemen. DEDICATED TO THE FIREMEN OF SAN FRANCISCO. H ARK! hear ye the sound of the tolling bell, That breaks on the ear like a dismal knell? 'Tis the startling ring that aloud proclaims, We must onward rush to the sweeping flames. Chorus.-Hurrah! for our homes, and our gallant band, We have hearts that feel, we have arms that save, Smoke in black volumes may veil the blue sky, Wild the gale whistle, and red meteors fly; The doomed pile may blaze, and rafters may fall; No fiery tempest our hearts can appal. Chorus.-Hurrah! for our homes, &c. Flames may be raging like demons of wrath; But we never shrink from braving the foe, Bold and undaunted, with hearts beating free, Swift as our eagles, to Duty we flee;While others toil on for gold or for fame, Let Honor preserve unblemished our name. Chorus.-Hurrah! for our homes, &c. Far Aloft our Eagles Soar. AR aloft our eagles soar; FAR Loud our battle-thunders roar, As in stirring times of yore, By our Stripes and by our Stars; By our heroes' honored scars, Fair Columbia shall be free. Daring fleets have crossed the main, Proud dominion to maintain; But we drove them back again From her shores of Liberty. One united filial band, Let us by each other stand, To defend our native land From dark deeds of knavery. By our plains that once were red; By the blood our fathers shed; We shall ne'er be captive led, By the chains of slavery. Donald and Lucy. 66 'A WA wi' sic havers, blithe Donald, awa, An' talk na to me o' your haudin sae braw; For what gars ye think o' a lassie like me, Wha has naething, ye ken, but a leal heart to gie? "Come, geck na me, Lucy, ye ken unco weel I care na for tocher, I've gat rowth o' gear, |