Lillibulero

Ho brother, teague dost thou decree,
Lillibulero, bullen a la.
Soon we shall have a new deputy,
Lillibulero, bullen a la.

Lero lero lillibulero,
Lillibulero, bullen a la.
Lero lero lillibulero,
Lillibulero, bullen a la.

Ho by my soul it is de Talbot,
And he will cut all the English throats.

Ho by my soul the English to prate,
The Lord’s on their side and Christ knows what.

But if dispence do come from de Pope,
We’ll hang Magna Carta and them on a rope.

And now the good Talbot is made a Lord,
And he with good fellows is coming abroad.

Who in all France have taken a swear,
That they will have no Protestant heir.

Oh but why does he stay behind,
Ho by my soul ‘tis a Protestant wind.

Now that Tyrconnel is coming ashore,
We shall have commissions galore.

And he that will not go to Mass,
Shall turn out and look like an ass.

Now all the heretics do go down,
By Christ and St. Patrick, the nation’s our own.

Der was an old prophecy writ in a bog,
For James is the dog and Tyrconnel’s the ass.

Here is the last verse that I shall sing,
A toast to Prince William a Protestant King!

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