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A Dialogue between Teague an Irish Priest and the Arch-bishop of Paris, on the taking of Tournay, and the State of the French ''affairs. The Words made to an Irish Tune''. [Music ]  Teague.

HARK Lewis groans, good Fador wat ailsh him, None of our loud Te-Deums availsh him; Creesh shave my Showl by Trumpets and Drumming, The Raison's plain now great Marlborough is coming:  Yough hone o hone. Bishop.

Leave off your howle you seemple Bogtrotter, Vat can me do in tings of dis nature; Get you to Mass and dose matters handle, To Curse him back vid your bell Book and Candle: Ah Fernie bleiw.