@migu music@

Aye an' a bit of mackeral, settler rack and down

Ran it down by the home, and I flew

Well, it slapped me and I flopped it down in the shade

And I cried, cried, cried

The tear had fallen down he had taken, never back to raise

And then cried Mary, an' took out wi' your Claymore

Right outta a' pocket, i ran down, down by the mountain side

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 an' a Claymore cut and thrust

And I fell down before him round his feet

Aye! A roar he cried!

Frae the bottom of 'is heart

That I would nay fall but as dead

Dead as I can by y' feet, d'ya ken?

...And the wind cried back