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Gaffney's Retreat
words by Eric "Dhugal" Schilder
- Brave soldiers marching through the glen
- Oh, we would never want to hurt you
- For we are Colonel Gaffney's men
- Farmers, beware your livestock's virtue
- Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
- he wears a blood red pouch.
- Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
- he dresses like a couch.
- Oh Shaun, his fighting men are brave.
- Oh Shaun, he dresses in his fine frock.
- Shaun, his men are all depraved.
- Some would even sleep with livestock.
- Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
- with moustach on his lip.
- Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
- you are a poxy git.
- Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
- he wears upholstery..
- Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
- he dresses like the Queen - almost.
Alternate First Verse - author unknown
We are soldiers marching throu the glen,
Oh, we would not want to hurt you.
Farmers lock you sheep in pens,
or we may steal your sheeps virture.
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