Ho! brother Teague, d’ye hear de decree?
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
Dat we shall have a new deputie,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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   Lero, lero, lilliburlero,
   Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
   Lero, lero, lilliburlero,
   Lilliburlero, bullen a la.

Ho! by my soul it is de Talbot,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
And he will cut all de English throat.
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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And de good Talbot is made a lord
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
And with brave lads is coming aboard,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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Who in all France have taken a sware,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
Dat they will have no Protestant heir
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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Now, now de hereticks all shall go down
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
Chreish and St. Patrick de nation’s our own.
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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Dere was an old prophecy found in a bog
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
Ireland shall be ruled by an ass and a dog,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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And now dis prophecy is come to pass
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
Talbot’s de dog and James is de ass,
Lilliburlero, bullen a la.
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