Lyrics:

Brocades, and damasks, and tabbies, and gauzes
Are, by Robert Ballantine, lately brought over
With forty things more: now hear what the law says
Whoe'er will not wear them is not the king's lover
Though a printer and Dean, Seditiously mean
Our true Irish hearts from Old England to wean
We'll buy English silks for our wives and our daughters
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters

Whoever our trading with England would hinder
To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire
Because Irish linen will soon turn to tinder
And wool it is greasy, and quickly takes fire
Therefore, I assure ye, Our noble grand jury
When they saw the Dean's book, they were in a great fury;
They would buy English silks for their wives and their daughters
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters

This wicked rogue Waters, who always is sinning
And before coram nobis so oft has been call'd
Henceforward shall print neither pamphlets nor linen
And if swearing can do't shall be swingingly maul'd:
And as for the Dean, You know whom I mean
If the printer will peach him, he'll scarce come off clean
Then we'll buy English silks for our wives and our daughters
In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters