MONA'S AULD LANGSYNE.

Shall Mona's House of Keys be hurled,
By strangers foul design,
From the foundation where it stood
Since auld langsyne!
Since auld langsyne, brave Manx,
Since auld langsyne,
That of all ranks, has had the thanks,
Since auld langsyne.

No; while the sea-gull wings his course
Where shoals of herrings shine,
The sons shall prop the father's house
Of auld langsyne.
Of auld langsyne brave Manx,
Of auld langsyne,
The sons so brave, the house shall save,
Of auld langsyne.

Stabit quocunque jaceris
Who will not call to mind?
With Gov'nor, Council, and the Keys
Of auld langsyne;
Of auld langsyne, brave Manx,
Of auld langsyne;
This union, to all is known
From auld langsyne.

Mannanagh Dooie, fill your glass,
And give a hand of thine,
Here's health to those who prop the house
Of auld langsyne;
Of auld langsyne, brave Manx,
Of auld langsyne;
We'll take a wet, in kindness yet,
To auld langsyne.

The above appeared in The Rising Sun or Mona's Herald of the 26th October 1822.