THE
Irish-mens prayers to St. Patrick,
To make their PEACE with
K. William, and Q. Mary:
Being a Dialogue between two Teagues , concerning the Army sent over to Ireland , Commanded
by Mareshal d' SCOMBERG .
Tune of, The Countrey Farmer's now undone ,
Licensed, and Entred according to Order.
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TEEDE.
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(1.)
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O Broder Teague , and Teague my Roon,
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Arra vat shall ve do full quickly and soon;
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De brave Ingalish Army is coming ve hear,
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And brave General Scomberg in de front vill appear:
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O den ve must leave all our Citys Dear-Joys,
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And yield them unto those Ingalish brave boyes;
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Because dat der Canons will make such a noise,
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Dey'l spoil all de F rench, and our Ierish Imploys .
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(2.)
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Tho now new Devil in bot Corke and Kingshail ,
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Wid Galloway , Limbrick , and bony Youghail ,
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And all de Citys in de North but von,
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And dats London-derry , dats quite lost and gone,
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Dat plash our Army most sadly destroys,
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Because all dats in it are Protestant boys;
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Der Canons against us do make such a noise,
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Dat dey kill all de F rench, and our Ierish Dear-joys.
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(3.)
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Den now broder Teague , vat more can I shay,
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I fear dat King Yeamus he will soon run away,
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Ven he hears dat Duke Scomberg and his Army is come,
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He'll sheek for Fader Petre to help him to Rome ,
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Vhile ve shall be left to Shaint Patrick to pray,
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Dat he vud be pleas'd for to help us I shay;
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But der Canon against us so strongly will play,
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Dat unto de Bogs, we must all take our way.
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(4.)
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Now Tyrconel lies shick of de old Cursed Plot,
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Vhile ve for his knavery shall ne'er be forgot;
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Now the Priests are all ready to bite off der nailesh,
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To tink of de losh of de young Prince of Wailesh ,
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Vhile ve must be forsht for to stand the deveat,
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For der putting on ush dat curshed great Sheat,
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For der Canons against us will make such a noise,
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Dey'll spoil all our shaying, Come on my brave Boys.
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(5.)
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ALas broder Teede dis thing it is hard,
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And ve of our Lands now vill all be debarr'd,
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Dey'll make all our Lords, and our Shentry bow,
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And vat vill become of us, I do not vell know;
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Dey'll make us surrender both City and Town,
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And yield 'em to de honour of Ingalands great Crown;
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For der Canons against us so strongly will play,
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Ve shall not have hearts to withstand 'em one fray.
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And vhen de whole power the Ingalish hash got,
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O den broder Teede vat vill fall to our lot,
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I fear dat de sheif and de best of our fellows,
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Dat are left, vill be forsht for to die on de Gallows,
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Because in Rebellion so long we have stood,
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Against all de Ingalish and Protestant good;
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Der Canons against us will tunder so loud,
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Ve shall not be able our selves for to shroud.
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(7.)
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De boggs dey vill signify little to us,
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F or being so Loyal to Second Yeamus ,
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Altho dat our Priests and our Shesuits swore,
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Dat ve should have Lands and Livings Gillore ,
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Not only in Ireland , but Ingaland too,
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Dat makes us in shorrow look pityful blue;
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Because by der Canons dose Slats from us flew,
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Vuod the Tivel had had all dose Jesuite crew .
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(8.)
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So to conclude, de best vay dat I know for to take,
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Is to pray to Shaint Patrick our Peace for to make,
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And quite leave off fighting for Yeamus late King,
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And put Ropes round our Necks, and repent for our sin.
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So dus by repentance ve may be forgiven,
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And find mercy bot from great King Willlam and Heaven
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Tho ve have Rebell'd at dish Curshed great rate,
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Yet ve may find mercy of Ingalands great State.
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