Ho! by shaint Tyburn, it is de Talbote:[873]
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And he will cut de Englishmen's troate.
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Dough by my shoul de English do praat,
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De law's on dare side, and Creish knows what.
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But if dispence do come from de pope, 15
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We'll hang Magna Charta, and dem in a rope.
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For de good Talbot is made a lord,
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And with brave lads is coming aboard:
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Who all in France have taken a sware,
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Dat dey will have no protestant heir. 25
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Ara! but why does he stay behind?
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Ho! by my shoul 'tis a protestant wind.
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But see de Tyrconnel is now come ashore,
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And we shall have commissions gillore.
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And he dat will not go to de mass, 35
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Shall be turn out, and look like an ass.
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Now, now de hereticks all go down,
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By Chrish and shaint Patrick, de nation's our own.
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Dare was an old prophesy found in a bog,[874]
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"Ireland shall be rul'd by an ass, and a dog." 45
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