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Aye an' a bit of mackerel settler rack and ruin
Ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
Well, i slapped me and i slapped it doon in the side
And i cried, cried, cried

The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize
And then craig marion, get out wi' ye claymore out
Mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middn' stain
Picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet

Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew
Well, i snatched fer the blade o my claymore cut
And thrust and i fell doon before him round his feet

Aye, a roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart
That i would nay fall but as dead
Dead as 'a can be by his feet, de ya ken?
And the wind cried mary

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