My Lalalards I cucomplain,
Ofof a mamalicious Dean.
He scribibibled (for I know him)
A Jacococobite popoem,
Where he empopoployed his wit on
The gogovernment of Bebritain,
And said such ugugugly things
Of miministers and kikings,
'Twill set the Irish peepeepeers
And them together by the ears,
If we don't use poproper means
To pupupunish witty strains
And let 'em see paparty zeal
Shall over wiwiwit prevail.
We'll pull down all who dare peprate
In lililibels 'gainst the State.
O GoGoGod, I'm in a fright,
That they and we should fafafight;
I'd rather swallow down a turd
Than see a nennannaked sword.
Damn LibLibLibLibLiberty,
What googoogood is it me,
Who from a race of slaves am sprung?
Give me LibLiberty of Tongue.
When other fofolks draw their swords,
I nononothing draw but words.