Ho, brother Teague, dost hear the decree?
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We are to have a new deputy
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Lero Lero Lillibullero
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Lero Lero Lero Lero
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Oh by my soul it is a Talbot
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And he will cut every Englishman’s throat
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Now Tyrconnell [bad word] ashore
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And we shall [bad word] galore
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And everyone that won’t go to Mass
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He will be turned out to look like an [bad word] Lillibullero bullen a la

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Now the heretics all go down
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By Christ and St Patrick’s the nation’s our own
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There was an old prophecy found in a bog
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The country’d [bad word] by an [bad word] and a dog
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Now this prophecy is [bad word] to pass
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For James is the dog and Tyrconnell’s the [bad word] Lillibullero bullen a la

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