Reading fight. To the tune of, Lylliburlero, or, O brother Teague, dost hear the decree? Reading, John. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09841 of text R182396 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R454). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09841 Wing R454 ESTC R182396 64551647 ocm 64551647 184749 2240871640

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B09841) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184749) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2871:15) Reading fight. To the tune of, Lylliburlero, or, O brother Teague, dost hear the decree? Reading, John. 1 sheet ([2] p.). [s.n.], London : Printed in the year 1689. Caption title. Attributed to John Reading. Cf. Wing (2nd ed.). Imprint from colophon. Reproduction of original in: Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Reading fight. To the tune of Lylliburlero; or, O brother Teague, dost hear the decree? [no entry] 1689 2 692 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2011-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2011-03 Sampled and proofread 2011-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Reading Fight . To the Tune of Lylliburlero ; OR , O Brother Teague , dost hear the Decree ? 1 DOst hear , Brother Teague , how de Cause goes ? In Reading they put Blood on our Nose : We dere did agree in de Dark to creep , And Massacre all in deir dead Sleep . Lero lero , Lero lero , Lylliburlero , Bullen-a-la . 2 But de sly Her'ticks watching all Night , Put us to stink for fear dey would Fight : We den did consult to lay new Snares , And de next Day to kill dem at Pray'rs . Lero lero , &c. 3 Five Hundred and more true Boys combin'd , To Murder dem all before dey Din'd : Each kept his Post with Hand on his Sword ; Thus we all stood expecting de Word . Lero lero , &c. 4 But now by my Shoul , me quake to tell , Eighty wild Dutchmen , as fierce as Di-vell , All in a Trice so hedg'd us around , Dat at de first Blow dey make us give Ground . Lero lero , &c. 5 Never were Men with Fury so swell'd , With deir great Tooths deir Bridles dey held . In one Hand a Sword , in d'other a Gun ; Thus Engag'd , we wisely did Run . Lero lero , &c. 6 Our Captains swore to us , Face about ; But 't was too late , our Courage was out : And dey were as quick to Fly as we , None durst look back on d' Enemy . Lero lero , &c. 7 Whilst dey rode up , we Gallop't away , We soon had enough of such Dutch Play : Dey hunted us round de Streets like Dogs , O Brother Teague , we wisht for our Bogs ! Lero lero , &c. 8 We put d'Cross on our Faces all o're ; But for all dat , we ran as before : We fled for Salvashon in de Church ; But here by Chreest we were left in de Lurch . Lero lero , &c. 9 For d' Protestant Horses found us out , And put us all to a Second Rout : We thought of d'Advice a Priest once gave , Dat none but de Cath-lick Church can Save . Lero lero , &c. 10 Many Dear-Joys lay Wounded and Slain ; Some Ran away , and ne're came again : And now by St. Patrick , what dost think ? Have we not Reason enough to Stink ? Lero lero , &c. 11 Now , are we not finely brought to Bed ? Instead of Lords , we are Knockt on de Head : Dey promis'd us Houses , Farms , and Land , And told us , All was at our Command , Lero lero , &c. 12 When first we Arriv'd on d' English Shore ; But now we shall ne're see Ireland more . O Padre Peters , dat Imp of de Pope , Now he has brought our Bodies to Rope . Lero lero , &c. 13 Dere is a thing one Leg and a Pair , Where many Teagues will say deir Last Pray'r : Dere will d' Hangman put Neck in de Noose , So wee Dear-Joys must dye in our Shoes . Lero lero , &c. 14 Ah! who in England would come to be Rich , To swing like a Dog , and rot in a Ditch ? Let 's fling down our Arms , and howl our A-bone , O Irish Lads , we are all undone . Lero lero , &c. 15 But what if we first with some Her-tick Blood , Wash out our Sins , and so become good ? Then let 's dye Martyrs for Cath-lick Cause , Since dat our Swords can't cut Penal Laws . Lero lero , Lero lero , Lylliburlero , Bullen-a-la .

London , Printed in the Year 1689.