“We surely will,” says Ballykill;
“Of course we will,” says Waring.
“If in the fields the rebel rout
Will not confront our Lodges,
In street and lane we’ll find them out
Despite their craven dodges;
We’ll pot the rascals at their doors,
We’ll club the babes and spouses,
We’ll sack their shops, and wreck their stores,
And loot their public-houses.