It was a long time before it died out in the
country districts, where we could remember the chorus being sung in our
childhood's days. A copy of the words but not the music appeared in
Percy's _Reliques of Ancient English Poetry_:
Ho! broder Teague, dost hear de decree?
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la--
Dat we shall have a new deputie,
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.
_Chorus_:
Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la,
Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la.
Ho! by Shaint Tyburn, it is de Talbote:
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la--
And he will cut all de English troate:
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.
Dough by my shoul de English do praat,
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la--
De law's on dare side, breish knows what:
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.
But if dispense do come from de Pope,
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la--
We'll hang Magna Charta and dem in a rope:
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.
For de good Talbot is made a lord,
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la--
And with brave lads is coming a-board:
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.
Who in all France have taken a sware,
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la--
Dat dey will have no Protestant heir:
Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.
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