Whilst all de congstables surround de gates.
Doodle, doodle, doo.
Ay now de mountain be in labour;
Blo, blo de fifee, sound de tabre;
Flash, flash de brade sword and de sabre.
Doodle, doodle, doo.
For toute le Monde vill see, no doubtee,
Dat someting, noting, vill come outee,
To make de people glore aboutee.
Doodle, doodle, doo.