[from the Liverpool (Eng.) Mercury, of the Nov.] Poland.
‘ In Warsaw's wretched city,Two sisters to be hung--
A melancholy ditty
To be said or sung.
Two women to be strangled .
Europe, standing by,
Sees their bodies managed,
Lifts no voice on high !
Brave and warlike nation
Vents its fiendish spite:
A worthy demonstration--
A noble, gallant sight !
In grand array of battle
Your standard quick unhurt,
Bayonets fix and rattle
Round--two beauteous girls.
All ready for the banging
Bullet, steel, and lead,
Brave fellows at hanging
To see--two sisters dead !
See, Kosciusko's spirit
Rising from the tomb !
His scut these girls inherit--
Nobly meet their doom.
Are there men in Russia ?
Are there women there ?
An empire's strength — to crush a
Feeble, girlish pair !
Brave and gallant nation--
Two sisters to be hang !
No voice in condemnation,
No scabbard high is thing.
Ravelling in slaughters,
Europe's deep disgrace,
Striking Poland's daughters--
What a manly race !
Aghast and craven-hearted
England shares the stain;
Sons and mothers parted
Women rudely slain.
Lovely ladies banished,
Marched in felons' dress;
Hope forever vanished,
None to see or bless.
Sublime, chivalrous, nation !
Distant shadows loom--
A blot upon creation,
Vengeance sure will come.
Time was in England's pages
Chivalry would fly,
And England's sons and sages
Strove for beauty's sigh
Are we backward streaming,
in the lapse of time;
Fully gazing — dreaming,
Midst triumphant crime ?
Sons of England, forward !
Average these sisters' death;
Smite these Northern cowards--
Stay not your panting breath !
Britons, rise, not tremble--
Youth and beauty calls;
Let not your words dissemble--
A bleeding nation falls !
Think of Warsaw's city,
Two sisters to be hang !
No heart to help or pity--
The knell of Freedom rang.
’
