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 Then Rolla a speech made about swords and guns, And he moved like a comet, amongst moons and suns;

Says he, ‘hate the Spaniards, or else you’ll all starve,

So his majesty here are you willing to serve.’

Then what a confusion, hubbub and holla;

‘T'was fire away Spaniards, and leath’r away Rolla,

Poor Murphy Alonica like a thief went to jail,

But his neck is sav’d somehow, without giving bail.

Next Pizarro came in with a little garsoon,

Who was handled by Rolla as l would a spoon;

But whilst he was making a bridge, smithereens,

He was shot by a villain behind all the scenes.

Then he gave to its mother this sweet little child

And he looked about him as if he was wild;

‘Take the boy my dear cratur, ‘tis my blood that is spilt,

To save him, oh blood and ’ounds! see how I‘m kilt.’

Then Alonza gave Paddy Pizarro a blow,

That kill’d him as dead as ould Brien Boreau,

At last on a board Rolla’s body they take,

And twenty nate virgin's all join’d at his wake.