A St Andrews Day filk

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Rob Anybody
TTO Bonnie Dundee by Walter Scott

Tae the men of the Chalk, 'twas a Feegle who spoke:
Ye'll have faces o' heid, if that mound should get broke.
Then every Feegle wi' his kilt blowin' free,
Let him follow his big man, Rob Anybody.

CHORUS:
Come fill up containers wi' all kinds o' drink,
And steal it awa' faster than bigjobs blink,
For the boozin' and fightin' are why we agree,
Tae follow the big man, Rob Anybody.

The Feegles are livid by whit they have found,
Just for helpin' a lass, there's a spade in their mound.
But the Baron (douce man) just cannae let it be,
For he disnae remember Rob Anybody.

CHORUS

There are lands beyond kenning, where fairy-folk dwell,
Be the Discworld oor Heaven, those realms were oor hell!
There are swarms o young Feegles, three thousand times three,
Whae'll fight for their big man, Rob Anybody.

CHORUS

We've the rights tae oor mound, sae mayhap that'll dae,
We've nae laird and nae master, one Baron we'll hae.
If he's loyal tae us, then sae loyal are we,
We'll follow the Baron wi' Rob Anybody.

CHORUS

Once mair!:
Come fill up containers wi' all kinds o' drink,
And steal it awa' faster than bigjobs blink,
For the boozin' and fightin' are why we agreeeeeeeeee,
Tae follow the big man, Rob Anybody!