THE BROWNIES CROSS THE ATLANTIC.

One cried: “’T is Norway’s rugged strand!”
More said: “It’s not so wild a land.

"T is more inviting to the eyes

Than shores where frowning Norway lies.”
But as ’t was land they needed most

They made all haste to reach the coast,

 

And by the greenness of the sod
They thought old Erin’s soil they trod,
And when a shamrock next they found

They knew their first surmise was sound.

And with a hip, hip, hip, hurrah!

They gave three cheers for ‘‘ Erin go bragh.”

       

U ; the land as on the
A OTe art the wise

   
   

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