Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
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ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
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well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side
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and I cried, cried, cried.
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The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,
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get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain
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picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.
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Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive
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ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my
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Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.
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Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall
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but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?
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...and the wind cried Mary.
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[In English] Thank you.
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Several Species of Small Furry Animals ...
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