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

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

Never, he cried, Never shall ye get me
Ye rotten hound of the burnie
Well, I snatched fer the blade and a cut and thrust
And I fell before him 'round his feet, aye

A roar, he
From the of his heart
That I would nay but as dead
Dead as I can by a' feet, d'ya
And the wind cried