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Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler 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
Right outta a' pocket, I ran down, the mountainside
Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the

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

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