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          The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant 1
manalive! They're playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the2
Gael! Hop! Whu's within?3
          Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune! 4
          Zinzin. Zinzin. 5
          Crum abu! Cromwell to victory! 6
          We'll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on 7
          Zinzin. 9
          O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for 10
ever! Up Lancs!11
          The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots, 12
linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace! Title! Title!13
          Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence! 14
Christ hold the freedman's chareman! Christ light the dully15
          Slog slagt and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the 17
          Aure! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood! 19
          Zinzin. 20
      Sold! I am sold! Brinabride! My ersther! My sidster!21
Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! I sold!22
          Pipette dear! Us! Us! Me! Me! 23
          Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March! 24
          Me! I'm true. True! Isolde. Pipette. My precious! 25
          Zinzin. 26
          Brinabride, bet my price! Brinabride! 27
          My price, my precious? 28
          Zin. 29
          Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price! 30
          Zin. 31
          Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one! 32
          O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son! 33
          Zinzin. Zinzin. 34
          Now we're gettin it. Tune in and pick up the forain 35
counties! Hello!36