Lilliburlero
by
Thomas Wharton

Ho, brother Teague, dost hear de decree,
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Dat we shall have a new deputy?
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Chorus:
Lero, lero, lilliburlero,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
Lero, lero, lilliburlero,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.

Ho, by my shoul, it is de Talbot,
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And he will cut all de English throat.
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Chorus

Though, by my shoul, de English do prate,
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De law's on their side and Creish knows what,
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Chorus

But if dispense do come from de Pope,
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We'll hang Magna Carta and dem in a rope.
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Chorus

And de good Talbot is made a Lord,
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And he with brave lads is coming abroad,
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Chorus

Who in all France have taken a swear,
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Dat they will have no Protestant heir,
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Chorus

O, but why does he stay behind?
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Ho, by my shoul, 'tis a Protestant wind!
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Chorus

Now Tyrconnel is come ashore,
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And we shall have comissions galore.
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Chorus

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

Now, now de heretics all go down,
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By Creish and St. Patrick, de nation's our own.
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Chorus

Dere was an old prophesy found in a bog,
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Dat Ireland should be rul'd by an ass and a dog.
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Chorus

Dat prophesy's true and now come to pass,
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For Talbot's de dog and Tyrconnel's de ass.
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Chorus