Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: Room for th’express, at length here it comes,...
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Text:
Room for th’express, at length here it comes,
Lim’rick’s our own, be it known to all Grums,
hark! the guns of the tower ring it in peals,
we’ll drink round the bonfires, huzza to the bells,
to our conquering army loud praises let’s sing,
and now, Monsieur Frenchman, have at you next spring.
