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Real Mckenzies Loch D Loaded

We were schooner rigged and rakish with a long and lissome hull And we flew the pretty colors of the crossbones and the skull Wed a big black Jolly Roger

the money Get her off Hope to see the monarchy shrivel up & slither away When little Johnny Rotten screamed "God Save The Queen" What'd he mean? Hey! What th' fuck 'd

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I love a lassie, A bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as sweet as the heather in the dell, She's as sweet as the heather, The bonnie bloomin' heather, Mary

Do I remember not so many years ago Me & the young McKenzies skulkin' at the whisky store Just wee nippers (sippers) much too young to buy a dram We

wasn't so fickle, fickle with my pickle As fickle as I am today Nothing like a wiggle & a tickle of your pickle Especially when you're pickled all day

Deep in the castle and back from the war Back with milady and the fires burnt tall Hurrah went the men down below All outside was the rain and snow Hear

my scotch whiskey And I?ll drink my scotch whiskey Until the day I die And if the sea were whiskey And if I were a duck I?d swim to the bottom And never