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 A ark made of the linkome twine, A pay green cloke that will not tenzie, Mair yet in tore—I need not fenzie, Five hundred flaes, a fendy flock; And are not thae a wakrife menzie. To gae to bed wi' Jenny and Jock?

Tak thir for my part o' the feat, It is weel kend I am weel bodin: Ye need not fay my part is leat, Were they as meikle as they are lodin. The wife pier’d gin the katl was odden. When we hae don tak hame the brock, The roat was teugh a raploch hodin, With which they feated Jenny and Jock.

Ome all you brave boys in this nation, your country and honour defend, Since our King has got great occaion, brave boys we'll cros o’er the main. Fal ai de ral, dal dal adadie, fai al dar &c.

You mut lay by the flail and the pitchfork, and take up the gun and the word, You will hatily kill ail the Frenchmen, where'er you meet them by my word. &c.

The Frenchmen they're landed in Ireland, which I now do well undertand; Be not afraid of them my brave boys, Cornwallis does himelf now command. &c.