Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict

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Aye an a bit o' mackerel, fiddler, rack and fear, And I rutted down by the hade and the furrow Well, I slipped me in a flop and hit down and I shied, And I cried, cried, cried The fear of fallin' down aft' taken, never back to rise. And then cried "Mary!" and I tucked up Wi' a Claymore out and about And I run down, down the mechyn sty, And back on fiery hore that was fallin' around the feet. "Never," I cried. "Never shall ye get me alive Ye rotten hound of the Burnie Brae." Well, I snapped for a blade and a Claymore cut and thrust And I fell down before him 'round his feet. Aye, a roar he cried! Frae the bottom of his heart That I would nay fall but dead, dead as a can by a feat deah... And the wind cried Mary. Thank You.