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old gray mare doth appear ghastly white. And all the night long be heard skirling and groans, From Tarn's old gray mare and her rattling bones.
from here To see where you belong Here's the church And here's the work And here's where shows were at the fair Take me on your skirling waltzer
from here To see where you belong Here's the church and here's the work And here's where shows were at the fair Take me on the skirling waltzer
Spin! Hunting the storm in their wild carousel Spin World Spin! Those havoc-wreakers, those thrill seekers Those whirling, skirling rooftop screechers
the rain And like that you are gone I watched under a sullen sky A stray ray of sun play across a field The skirling breeze made the tall grass Fandango
Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all. And all the long night he heard skirling and groans, All along, down along, out along, lee, From Tom
hell. Hell of the worst kind! Hell in the form of decibels! 500 skirling pipers, squealing, squawking...
defy were forced to die They stacked our fiddles high And burned away our very lives No sound of skirling pipes We were left without a single right
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