3
Then Rolla a speech made about swords and
guns,
And he moved like a comet, amongst moons and suns;
Says he, ‘hate the Spaniards, or else you’ll all
starve,
So his majesty here are you willing to serve.’
Then what a confusion, hubbub and holla;
‘T'was fire away Spaniards, and leath’r away
Rolla,
Poor Murphy Alonica like a thief went to jail,
But his neck is sav’d somehow, without giving
bail.
Next Pizarro came in with a little garsoon,
Who was handled by Rolla as l would a spoon;
But whilst he was making a bridge, smithereens,
He was shot by a villain behind all the scenes.
Then he gave to its mother this sweet little child
And he looked about him as if he was wild;
‘Take the boy my dear cratur, ‘tis my blood
that is spilt,
To save him, oh blood and ’ounds! see how I‘m kilt.’
Then Alonza gave Paddy Pizarro a blow,
That kill’d him as dead as ould Brien Boreau,
At last on a board Rolla’s body they take,
And twenty nate virgin's all join’d at his wake.
