CHEER, boys! cheer! no more of idle sorrow,
Courage, true hearts, shall bear us on our way!
Hope points before, and shows the bright to-morrow,
Let us forget the darkness of to-day!

So farewell, England! Much as we may love thee,
We'll dry the tears that we have shed before;
Why should we weep to sail in search of fortune?
So farewell, England! farewell evermore !

Cheer, boys! cheer! for England, mother England
Cheer, boys cheer the willing strong right hand,
Cheer, boys! cheer! there's work for honest labour-
Cheer, boys! cheer in the new and happy land!

II.

Cheer, boys! cheer! the steady breeze is blowing,
To float us freely o'er the ocean's breast;
The world shall follow in the track we're going,
The star of empire glitters in the west.
Here we had toil and little to reward it,

But there shall plenty smile upon our pain,
And ours shall be the mountain and the forest,
And boundless prairies ripe with golden grain.

Cheer, boys! cheer! for England, mother England!
Cheer, boys! cheer! united heart and hand!-
Cheer, boys! cheer! there's wealth for honest labour-
Cheer, boys! cheer!-in the new and happy land!

III.-FAR, FAR UPON THE SEA.

I.

FAR, far upon the sea,

The good ship speeding free,
Upon the deck we gather young and old;
And view the flapping sail,

Spreading out before the gale,

Full and round without a wrinkle or a fold:
Or watch the waves that glide

By the stately vessel's side,

And the wild sea-birds that follow through the air.
Or we gather in a ring,

And with cheerful voices sing,

'Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair?

II.

Far, far upon the sea,

With the sunshine on our lee,

We talk of pleasant days when we were young,
And remember, though we roam,

The sweet melodies of home

The songs of happy childhood which we sung.
And though we quit her shore,

To return to it no more,

Sound the glories that Britannia yet shall bear ;
That Britons rule the waves,'

'And never shall be slaves.'

'Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.

III.

Far, far upon the sea,
Whate'er our country be,

The thought of it shall cheer us as we go.
And Scotland's sons shall join,

In the song of Auld lang Syne,'

With voice by memory soften'd, clear and low,

And the men of Erin's Isle,
Battling sorrow with a smile,

Shall sing St Patrick's Morning,' void of care;
And thus we pass the day,

As we journey on the way;

Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.

IV.-LAND! LAND!

I.

LAND! Land! Land!

The dangers of the deep are past,
We're drawing near our home at last,
We see its outline on the sky,

And join the sailors' welcome cry:

Land! land! land!

Oh! joyful thought for weary men,
To tread the solid earth again!

And hark! the church-bells pealing clear
From spire and turret looming near,
As if they rang so loud and free
To bid us welcome o'er the sea.

II.

Land! land! land!

The cry makes every heart rejoice:
Is this the country of our choice?
Is this the long-sought happy soil,
Where plenty spreads the board of toil?
Land! land! land!
How gladly through its paths we'll tread,
With bounding step, uplifted head,
And through its wilds and forests roam,
To clear our farms, to build our home;
And sleep at night, and never dread
That morn shall see us wanting bread.

III.

Land! land! land!
We've pass'd together o'er the sea,
In storm and sunshine, comrades we;
But ere we part we'll gather round,
And shout with one accord the sound
Land! land! land!

The land of rivers broad and deep,
The land where he who sows may reap;
The land where, if we ploughmen will,
We may possess the fields we till;
So gather all, and shout once more,
The land! The land! Hurrah for shore !

V. TO THE WEST! TO THE WEST!

I.

To the West! to the West! to the land of the free,
Where mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea,
Where a man is a man, if he's willing to toil,
And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil.
Where children are blessings, and he who hath most,
Hath aid for his fortune and riches to boast;
Where the young may exult, and the aged may rest,
Away, far away, to the Land of the West!

II.

To the West! to the West! where the rivers that flow,
Run thousands of miles, spreading out as they go;
Where the green waving forests that echo our call,

Are wide as old England, and free to us all :

Where the prairies, like seas where the billows have roll'd,
Are broad as the kingdoms and empires of old;

And the lakes are like oceans in storm or in rest,
Away, far away, to the Land of the West!

III.

To the West! to the West! there is wealth to be won,
The forest to clear is the work to be done:

We'll try it, we'll do it, and never despair,

While there's light in the sunshine, and breath in the air.
The bold independence that labour shall buy,

Shall strengthen our hands, and forbid us to sigh.

Away! far away! let us hope for the best,

And build up new homes in the Land of the West!

ROUSE! brothers, rouse! we've far to Meadows and hills and ancient woodtravel,

Free as the winds we love to roam, Far through the prairie, far through the forest,

Over the mountains we'll find a home. We cannot breathe in crowded cities, We're strangers to the ways of trade; We long to feel the grass beneath us, And ply the hatchet and the spade.

lands

Offer us pasture, fruit, and corn; Needing our presence, courting our labour;

Why should we linger like men forlorn? We love to hear the ringing rifle,

The smiting axe, the falling tree;And though our life be rough and lonely, If it be honest, what care we?