(Sings.)
"Oh the French are on the sea,
Says the Sean Van Vocht,
Oh the French are on the sea,
Says the Sean Van Vocht,
Oh the French are in the bay,
They'll be here without delay,
And the Orange will decay,
Says the Sean Van Vocht!"
Here now is my little pack. You were saying,
Thomas Flannery, you would be lending me the
loan of your umbrella.