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Jump to navigationJump to search; ;; The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant manalive! They're playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the Gael! Hop! Whu's within?; ;; Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune!; ;; Zinzin. Zinzin.; ;; Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!; ;; We'll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on them.; ;; Zinzin.; ;; O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for ever! Up Lancs!; ;; The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots, linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace! Title! Title!; ;; Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence! Christ hold the freedman's chareman! Christ light the dully expressed!; ;; Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the pope!; ;; Aure! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood!; ;; Zinzin.; ;; Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster! Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!; ;; Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me!; ;; Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!; ;; Me! I'm true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My precious!; ;; Zinzin.; ;; Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride!; ;; My price, my precious?; ;; Zin.; ;; Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price!; ;; Zin.; ;; Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one!; ;; O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son!; ;; Zinzin. Zinzin.; ;; Now we're gettin it. Tune in and pick up the forain counties! Hello!
