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Many of the tunes were of a decidedly martial character, and strange to English ears, such as the "Boyne Water," the "Orange Lily" and the "Protestant Boys," the last being a version of the "Lillibulero" so often mentioned by Scott.
The beginning of this lamentation really had something affecting, but the conclusion rendered laughter irresistible. 'And that claymore shall be ours, Bailie, said the Chieftain, who saw that Macwheeble looked very blank at this intimation. 'We'll give them the metal our mountain affords, Lillibulero, bullen a la, And in place of broad-pieces, we'll pay with broadswords, Lero, lero, etc.
Then he stopped and grinned at the children, who were staring with amazement and delight; and then beating two short rolls he began to march up and down whistling the tune "Lillibulero," which the bullfinch piped, and beating in perfect time with all his might.
He cried a good deal; and before we reached the church, took me into a strange room in a back-street, where there were a number of men and women shouting and quarrelling, and another, without his wig and with a great gash in his forehead, sprawling on the ground, and crying out "Lillibulero!" and two more playing cards on a pair of bellows.
With duns and with debts we will soon clear our score, Lillibulero, etc. But come, Bailie, be not cast down; drink your wine with a joyous heart; the Baron shall return safe and victorious to Tully-Veolan, and unite Killancureit's lairdship with his own, since the cowardly half-bred swine will not turn out for the Prince like a gentleman.
You put all the music you have into your verse. I doubt if you could even whistle 'Lillibulero, though there's not a snub nosed urchin in his Majesty's kingdom who can't bawl it." "That may be, but I can neither whistle nor am I a snub-nosed urchin. I apologise for my defects," retorted the poet. A general laugh followed at this and Gay, somewhat discomfited, turned to Lavinia.
I should have to meet Carlos Riego and Castro in a little fir-wood above the quarry, in half an hour's time. All I had to do was to whistle three bars of "Lillibulero," as a signal. A connection had been already arranged with the Free Traders on the road beside the quarry, and they were coming down that night, as we knew well enough, both of us.
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