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Och! Father McGlynn, / Ye appear to be in / Fer a bit of a bout wid the Pope; / An' there's divil a doubt / But he's knockin' ye out / While ye're hangin' onto the rope.
An' soon ye'll lave home / To thravel to Rome, / For its bound to Canossa ye are.
Persistin' to shtay / When ye're ordered away -- / Bedad! that is goin' too far!