For the sodgers were standing, grim an’ tall
round a scaffold built there fornenst the wall,
an’ a man stepped out for death
You’re needed to guide the recruitin’
to dhrill all the goomies that join,
an’ polish them off into sogers,
before we march up to the Boyne
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