JACOBITE RELICS.
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The name of my darling none must declare,
Though his fame belike sunshine from shore to shore;
But, oh, may Heaven—Heaven hear my prayer,
And waft the Hero to my arms once more!
Chorus—My heart—it danced when he was near,
Ah! now my woe is the young Chevalier;
'Tis a pang that solace ne'er can know,
That he should be banish'd by a rightless foe.
