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They chase them down through field and town intending then to eat em' with plastic forks and champagne corks they wallop and they beat em' They chase by day and most the night though I can't understand em' through thistle grass and snowy pass with knives they roughly brand em' With Caber tossed and y-fronts lost these skirted men assault em' big burly men with beards yer ken you really cannot fault em' With claymore sharp and Scottish harp they catch and set to roast em' with whiskey ryes And blood shot eyes these hunters fair do toast em'
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC
The Haggis Hunters
They chase them down through field and town intending then to eat em' with plastic forks and champagne corks they wallop and they beat em' They chase by day and most the night though I can't understand em' through thistle grass and snowy pass with knives they roughly brand em' With Caber tossed and y-fronts lost these skirted men assault em' big burly men with beards yer ken you really cannot fault em' With claymore sharp and Scottish harp they catch and set to roast em' with whiskey ryes And blood shot eyes these hunters fair do toast em'
Yer ken do you understand Haggis a Sheeps stomach stuffed with offal a Scottish food
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC
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