The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant | 1 |
| manalive! They're playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the | 2 |
| Gael! Hop! Whu's within? | 3 |
Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune! | 4 |
Zinzin. Zinzin. | 5 |
Crum abu! Cromwell to victory! | 6 |
We'll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on | 7 |
| them. | 8 |
Zinzin. | 9 |
O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for | 10 |
| ever! Up Lancs! | 11 |
The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots, | 12 |
| linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace! Title! Title! | 13 |
Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence! | 14 |
| Christ hold the freedman's chareman! Christ light the dully | 15 |
| expressed! | 16 |
Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the | 17 |
| pope! | 18 |
Aure! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood! | 19 |
Zinzin. | 20 |
Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster! | 21 |
| Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold! | 22 |
Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me! | 23 |
Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March! | 24 |
Me! I'm true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My precious! | 25 |
Zinzin. | 26 |
Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride! | 27 |
My price, my precious? | 28 |
Zin. | 29 |
Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price! | 30 |
Zin. | 31 |
Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one! | 32 |
O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son! | 33 |
Zinzin. Zinzin. | 34 |
Now we're gettin it. Tune in and pick up the forain | 35 |
| counties! Hello! | 36 |