From: MegaMole <PSmithALTO@countertenor.demon.co.uk>
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).*