Una abi ko lain ka
Gale pareho ka man sa ila
Una abi ko ikaw masaligan
Gale puro ka man kabutigan

Una abi ko buot ka
Gale kung tulog ka lang sa kama
Una abi ko ok lang nga layo ko
Gale ang lapit amu gid ang gusto mo

Una abi ko makaya ko ang sakit
Gale tagipusuon ko daw ginalukit
Una abi ko ako lang gid sa kabuhi mo
Gale may ibulos ka kung wala ko

Una abi ko palangga mo gid ko
Gale ako lang ang gapalangga sa imo
Una abi ko ikaw na gid...
Gale sa ulihi mahibi lang ko sa kilid.

OUR LIL MS. GALE

Know we all, about the mighty shots of Chris Gale;

But have I introduced you all to our Lil Ms. Gale ?

Much much better than him she is, on the scale.

Some people act funny may, after a bottle of ale;

But our Ms. Gale without ale, can make players pale.

If you dare correct her, she gives out a large wail !

She is the boss; deciding who will pass or fail.

With her unique personality, leaves behind she, a long trail.

She can be as sweet as honey or chilli; our Ms Gale;

Many a times she is actually violent like a gale.

Who gets her way each time, though small n frail.

Let's say cheers three to our Lil Ms Gale; hail, Ms Gale, hale !!!

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A forked tongue is in the East,
She sings to my in the early Dawn,
Of the Sun's how Fire and the morning Dew,
Of red, red Rock and a howling Gale.

Her Mountains rounded, the sweetest *******,
Her water hidden down in the Cress,
Her light is blinding, the morning Sun,
Her hair is tossed in a howling Gale.

In the West a straight tongue sleeps,
He rises late and strongly grows,
His Mountains sharp of granite strong,
His voice a roaring, howling Gale.

His hair is Lodgepole, growing strong,
His shoulders sharp and granite strong,
From among him strong rivers flow,
And from his mouth, a howling Gale.

For Power flows from West to East,
A howling Gale that never stops,
Over Mountains and across prairie wide,
And back to Mountains, his morning Bride.

There is a union, where West meets East,
A copulation, a uniting Power,
In the valley, the very core,
Where Power blossoms forevermore.

And there is sits, the seat of Power,
Where West meets East down in the bower,
Where Northern Cold and Southern Heat,
Come together in the howling Gale.