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 There is Phillemon, Derby, and Donald,

in the mountains of Connaught was bred,

Them fellows they do fear no danger,

when they get a drop in their bead. &c.

But there is Phillemon, Derby, and Donald,

and Tirres, and Munes, and Shan,

They were bred in the mountains of Newry,

by cutting ol turff with a lan. Fal, &c.

When my Captain he gives me the kinnar,

he calls me a tout clever man.

But to-morrow brave boys I’ll be finer,

for I’ve the red clothes to put on. &c.

O what would you do with the red clothes?

you don’t know to handle a gun;

By my houl he’ll be apt for to bite you,

if you to her mouth put your hand. &c.

But give brandy unto me brave Onour,

my true heart it hall never fail,

To kill all the Frenchmen by dozens,

as one would threh oats with a flail. &c.

For if Frenchman or Dutchman wou’d hoot

I with the big end of my gun. (me,

Their bones would be pounding & threling,

till they be obliged to run. Fal al, &c.

And when I had kill’d them,' poor fellows,

and cat them over that hore,

I will make them to wear by Gibraltar,

they’d never come here any more. &c.