| Over lines by the ways o' man
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| Stalk the birdie biker clan
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| Where the rooks and the hoodies fed
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| On a feast of MacAdam’s dead
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| He’s a speaker o' tongues
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| He’s a dweller o' the lums
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| And down Broomielaw on high
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| You can hear Crowfeathers fly
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| Chorus…
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| Crowfeathers, Crowfeathers
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| Over street and glen we fly
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| Crowfeathers, Crowfeathers
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| «Steal the sheep’s back"Corbies cry
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| Catch the twinkle in their eye
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| Leer at lonely passers by
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| Fix you with a Raven’s glare
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| It’s how they catch you unaware
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| On a pine top bide the throng
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| Swear at every breaking dawn
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| And by the Naver and the Clyde
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| Sing aloud their battle cry.
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| Chorus…
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| On a Cuillen crag alight
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| Crow black feathers cry delight
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| Or a rone’s a place to go
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| A million people crawl below
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| Stabbing midden heaps for gold
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| As crowfeathers did of old
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| And where the iron bridges span
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| Ride the Kye and haunt the lamb
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| Chorus… |