Drunk, drunk, Drunk to the ale
Somber enough to tell this tale
Far, far, far in the North,
Demons marched to conquer Forth,
Lies, deceit, the wicked conspired
We were betrayed and thousands got slayed
Blood, gore, sprayed across
Fear stricken, the battle we lost
Deep, deep into their hearts
Thrust my blade at the conspiring tarts
Loud, clear, a rousing call conveyed
Renewed spirit, my men displayed
Hope, valour, filled their hearts
Shoulder to shoulder they marched to Forth
Drunk, drunk, drunk to the ale,
Against the horde, we prevailed...
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