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