Ho, brother Teague, dost hear the decree?
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    We are to have a new deputy
    Lillibullero bullen a la

        Refrain:
        Lero Lero Lillibullero
        Lillibullero bullen a la
        Lero Lero Lero Lero
        Lillibullero bullen a la

    Oh by my soul it is a Talbot
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    And he will cut every Englishman’s throat
    Lillibullero bullen a la

    Refrain

    Now Tyrconnell [bad word] ashore
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    And we shall [bad word] galore
    Lillibullero bullen a la

    Refrain

    And everyone that won’t go to Mass
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    He will be turned out to look like an [bad word] 
    Lillibullero bullen a la

    Refrain

    Now the heretics all go down
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    By Christ and St Patrick’s the nation’s our own
    Lillibullero bullen a la

    Refrain

    There was an old prophecy found in a bog
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    The country’d [bad word] by an [bad word] and a dog
    Lillibullero bullen a la

    Refrain

    Now this prophecy is [bad word] to pass
    Lillibullero bullen a la
    For James is the dog and Tyrconnell’s the [bad word] 
    Lillibullero bullen a la

    Refrain