Forsooth they must have finer food,
A good vat hen with all her brood;
And then perhaps they’l eat.
But of late ich had a crew together,
They were meer devils, ich ask’d them whether
That they were not of our nation.
Good Lord defend us from all zuch,
They zaid they were wild Irish, or else Dutch,
They were of the Devils generation.
And when these raskals went away,