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Aye and a bit of mackerel, settler rack and down
Ran it down by the home and I flew
Well, I slapped me and I flopped it down in the shade
And I cried, cried, cried
The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise
And then cried Mary and took out wi' your Claymore
Right outta a' pocket, I ran down, down the mountainside
Back on Battlin the fiery horde that was falling around the feet
ââ¬Â½Neverââ¬Â, he cried, ââ¬Â½Never shall ye get me alive
Ye rotten hound of the burnie crewââ¬Â
Well, I snatched fer the blade and a Claymore cut and thrust
And I fell down before him 'round his feet, aye
A roar, he cried
From the bottom of his heart
That I would nay fall but as dead
Dead as I can by a' feet, d'ya ken?
And the wind cried Mary
- Álbum:
- The Early Years 1965-1972
- The Early Years 1967-72
- Classic Diamonds
- Endless River
- The Endless River
- London 66-67
- Pulse
- The Division Bell
- Delicate Sound Of Thunder
- A Momentary Lapse Of Reason
- The Final Cut
- Works
- The Wall
- Animals
- Wish You Were Here
- Masters Of Rock
- Miscellaneous
- The Dark Side Of The Moon
- Obscured By Clouds
- Meddle