Who all in France have taken a sware,
Dat dey will have no Protestant heir.
Arrah! but why does he stay behind?
Ho! by my shoul ’tis a Protestant wind.
But see de Tyrconnel is now come ashore,
And we shall have commissions gallore.
And he dat will not go to de mass,
Shall be turn out, and look like an ass.
Now, now de hereticks all go down,
By Crish and Saint Patrick, de nation’s our own.