Ho, brother Teague, dost hear the decree?
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We are to have a new deputy
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Lillibullero bullen a laOh by my soul it is a Talbot
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And he will cut every Englishman's throat
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Lillibullero bullen a laNow Tyrconnell is come ashore
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And we shall have commissions galore
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Lillibullero bullen a laAnd everyone that won't go to Mass
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He will be turned out to look like an ass
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Lillibullero bullen a laNow the heretics all go down
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By Christ and St Patrick's the nation's our own
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Lillibullero bullen a laThere was an old prophecy found in a bog
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The country'd be ruled by an ass and a dog
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Lillibullero bullen a laNow this prophecy is all come to pass
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For Talbot's the dog and Tyrconnell's the ass
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