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Do you recall |
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some years ago ? |
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Up in the mountains that were white with snow |
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inside a cavern |
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McDougal he was plannin' |
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there's gonna be a showdown with somebody he knows. |
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Well he's been there |
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a year or so |
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something will happen very soon I know |
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I hear him playin' his bagpipes every mornin' |
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I think that it's a warmin' |
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he's gathering the clan. |
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Soon you'll hear the sound of people shouting |
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you will see the claymores in their hands |
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if you knew the reason for their fighting |
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you would never understand. |
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Oh |
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Tweedle Dee |
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Oh Tweedle Dum. |
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The tune McDougal always used to hum |
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While he was fightin' his rival clan McGregor |
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Dishonour he would never |
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the tartan of his clan. |
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Do you recall |
|
some years ago ? |
|
Up in the mountains that were white with snow |
|
inside a cavern |
|
McDougal he was plannin' |
|
there's gonna be a showdown with somebody he knows. |
|
Soon you'll hear the sound of people shouting |
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you will see the claymores in their hands |
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if you knew the reason for their fighting |
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you would never understand. |
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Oh |
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Tweedle Dee |
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Oh Tweedle Dum. |
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The tune McDougal always used to hum |
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While he was fightin' his rival clan McGregor |
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Dishonour he would never |
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the tartan of his clan |
