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Proudly, Cementing Lamented Despairing hammered vent in trains of beats. Soulless yammer of defeat, We clucked As McCorley was sung,

McCorley was drummed Through the streets half dumb From Antrim in his gloom

A ring of rope About his neck Wrenched him on the Bridge of Toome We sang Foh de doe doetie Doh dotie doh day Foh de doe doetie Away! Then A Croppy Boy's unwise indulgence We culled Impostor priest's disguised divulgence

Another hope Another wreck Another rope Another neck. kkkkiiisssstttttt! Ho! And we sang

Foh de doe doetie Doh dotie doh day Foh de doe doetie Away!