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Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down Ran it down by the home and I flew Well, I slapped me and I flopped it down in the shade And I cried, cried, cried The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise And then cried Mary and took out wi' your Claymore Right outta a' pocket, I ran down, down the mountainside Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the feet “Never”, he cried, “Never shall ye get me alive Ye rotten hound of the burnie crew” Well, I snatched fer the blade and a Claymore cut and thrust And I fell down before him 'round his feet, aye A roar, he cried From the bottom of his heart That I would nay fall but as dead Dead as I can by a' feet, d'ya ken? And the wind cried Mary