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Aye and a bit of mackerel, rack 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 a fallen down had taken, never back the raise
And then cried Mary and took out wi' 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 ye get me alive
Ye rotten hound of the crew
Well, I fer the blade and a Claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down before him his feet, aye

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