Catches, canons and drinking songs
Room, room, room, room, room for th'express, at length here it comes; Limrick's our own, Limrick's our own, be it known, be it known to all Grums. Hark! hark! hark! the Guns of the Tower ring, ring it in peals, we'll drink round the Bonfires, we'll drink round the Bonfires, Huzza, Huzza to the Bells, to our conquering Army loud Praises, loud Praises let's Sing, and now Monsieur French man, and now Monsieur French man have at you, have at you next Spring.