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Howl, shout, down wid ‘foul Popery,’
Send to perdition the ould ‘Romish harlot;’
Bawl, spout, ‘mummery,’ ‘foppery,’
Yet deck your own Church's champions in scarlet;
Bayonets and lead for the poor Widow Ryan,
Then charge well your guns,
And massacre her sons,
And smear wid their blood the proud walls of your Zion;
Sacrifice Nature's ties,
Proud, pampered varlet.
Bawl, shout, ‘mummery,’ ‘foppery,’
Yet deck your own Church's champions in scarlet.