...Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict.<br><br><br>Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin<br>ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place<br>well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side<br>and I cried, cried, cried.<br><br>The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and..... then Craig Marion,<br>get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain<br>picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.<br>Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive<br>ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my<br>Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.<br><br>Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall<br>but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?<br><br>...and the wind cried back.
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Thanks for the lovely banner, Nickel