From: MegaMole
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [F] [I] Filks for CJ and FoC
Date: Tue, 10 Nov 1998 18:32:39 +0000
To "The Flower of Scotland"
Ach Nac mac Feegle,
Ye sleekit race of wee blue men,
That gabbed and cursed for
Your island in the glen,
And ran awa' from
Count Magpyr's army,
That made you homeless
Tae think again.
The hills are bare now,
And cranreuch snell lies thick and still
O'er land that's lost now
Which those so dearly held
That ran awa' from
Count Magpyr's army,
And made King Verence
Tae think again.
Those days are past now,
And in the past they must remain,
When cows were snaffled
To tramp of wee blue men,
That ran awa' from
Count Magpyr's army,
And sweert at Granny
Tae think again.
*(repeat 1st verse).*
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