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Dear Dillon and O'Brien bould, as I have heard men tell,
Have gone to North Amerikey, their resources for to swell;
But they're coming back to prison and the try-your-weight machine,
And to break the other fellows' heads in Committee Room fifteen.
Have gone to North Amerikey, their resources for to swell;
But they're coming back to prison and the try-your-weight machine,
And to break the other fellows' heads in Committee Room fifteen.
There's Disunited Ireland (but that same has been suppressed):
There's some "cowardly little scoundrels" and a nicely feathered nest;
There's lots of cash in Paris, and the wigs are on the green,
And they're breaking one another's heads in Committee Room fifteen.
There's some "cowardly little scoundrels" and a nicely feathered nest;
There's lots of cash in Paris, and the wigs are on the green,
And they're breaking one another's heads in Committee Room fifteen.
There's bloody Arthur Balfour, that priest-destroying man,
'Tis he that passed Coercion, and does all the harm he can,
A blacker and a baser brute there never yet has been,
And he chuckles o'er the broken heads in Committee Room fifteen.
'Tis he that passed Coercion, and does all the harm he can,
A blacker and a baser brute there never yet has been,
And he chuckles o'er the broken heads in Committee Room fifteen.
He gets upon an outside car,—'tis he that has the power—
Goes up and down the land and seeks for what we may devour—
Goes up and down the land and seeks for what we may devour—
