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bloody people They can't afford to bloody feed MRS bLACKITT: What are we dear? MR bLACKITT: Protestant And fiercely proud of it MRS bLACKITT: Hmm well Why
And Grattan got his Parliament So here's to those great protestant men Who gave their lives to free our land All the people sang their praises then For
I always figured that I'd be free 'Cause I'm from a middle class family My parents were both protestant They told me all about immigrants I was born
and sighed, oh, alas, And try though he would, though it made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys." Bob jumped and he stared
the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!" And blow as he would, though he made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys". Bob jumped up
oh, alas, And try though he would, though it made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys." Bob jumped and he stared and got
country And it's Catholic and Republican and free It's a Protestant land made By God's perfect hand And a Protestant country it will always be For Ireland
the Puerto Ricans 'cause it's very chic Step up and shake the hand Of someone you can't stand You can tolerate him if you try Oh, the Protestants hate
the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!" And blow as he would, though he made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys". Bob jumped up
Martyrs pray for me What a sight to see Burned alive in Oxford Street What a sight to see Oxford Martyrs pray for me Protestants let this be a lesson
make it, told lil brody, innit All my demons I be facing like I'm proud of sinning All my demons, gotta face it like a Protestant (Yeahh yahh) Ay turn my
entre les problèmes Quand t'évite qu'on te gronde en protestant que personne t'aime Si tu m'approches J'te défonce, j'te bouffe tes doigts Les mains dans
Y'all letting Protestants rot your common sense Biting opulence with the jaw-strength of a hippopotamus From the Rio Grande to the Potomac, I want
Saint-Géraud, abbaye autrefois si puissante Patrimoine de nos contrées forgé à travers les batailles sanglantes Lorsque les protestants incendièrent
the rhymes in my verses the Protestant’s lurking to bottle all I’ve bodied in curses So Face my choir in war cause we ain’t coming in silence Run the flag up
destroyed the cross Of the chuch of St. Patrick Puritans, protestants really made us sick! The English lords were cruel They were flogging Irish backs
net als een protestant Want supporten mij net als een demonstrant Maar wie gaat mij echt helpen Als die demo strandt, Pro test: Wie zegt houd die
the Queen they need and love, My Scotland waits for me A Catholic Queen in a Protestant land I hope to make them understand That we can live in peace,
And anything afar Everything, was made to give glory to His name Everything, was made to give glory to His name The Protestant, the Catholic, the Baptist,
1517 révolution ecclésiale On abolit les indulgences Pour crier bien fort en protestant On condamne les catholiques De pervertir les mots Christique
the world Gotta shake things up, give it a twirl Yeah I'm a Protestant And I protest On every occasion I can get And I gotta say Thank you God I can see
future, seeing my fate Won't be no loser, that's a retake I'm Martin Luther, protestant face Imma maneuver right to first place Won't catch no Ls, won't
summer and fall. Thirty years of troubles That’s all over now Catholics protestants muslims and jews Atheists boudhistes whatever you choose We’re all here
and the Protestant were fighting over land Said the Catholic to the Protestant I just don't understand What troubles you ther most, is it the trans-substantiation
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