 How will I see you tell, how you sland the great Parnell? You had him well and truly persecuted. Her heart is in tears and tears, you lowly little seer, when our leaders of sixteen were executed. Come on, people like it's hands, come out and fight me like a man. Show your wife's eye, one that'll sound like flounders. Tell her how do you, your eye, made your own like hell away. On the green and lovely line, look to the shot.