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Aye an a bit o' mackerel, back-a-racken
fear 'nd a revit
din bat-a 'hed 'nd a thoit'
well i slap'd thea in a flem 'nd din an'a sade
'nd a creed, creed, creed
'da fear of fallin' dinga'
dingan nerver bought 'da raise
And den cread marie'a!
took equi-epk
lamoret 'nd a buot
And I roon-doon-doon 'da maken' stye
'n taklin' the fairy hord dat was fallen round de feet
"Never!" de cried "Never shall ye get me alayv
Ya rotten hound of de hondny free
Well I snakd for a blame 'nd a clamore cut and a crust
'nd i fell dingd befoor 'em ring'st fet
(sigh)
a roar-e creed!
Frae the bottom of es heart that I would nay
fall but es deed,
dead as a can by a feat
deah...
And the wind cried meth.
(Thank You)
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