Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
and I fell doon before him round his feet.