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)