letra de Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict

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