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Aye and a bit of mackerel, rack and down
Ran it down by the home and I
Well, I slapped me and I flopped it down in the
And I cried, cried,

The fear a fallen down had taken, never the raise
And then cried and took out wi' your Claymore
outta a' pocket, I ran down, down the mountainside
Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling the feet

Never, he cried, Never ye get me alive
Ye rotten of the burnie crew
Well, I snatched fer the and a Claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down him 'round his feet, aye

A roar, he
the bottom of his heart
That I would nay but as dead
Dead as I can by a' feet, ken?
And the wind Mary