Sumo After Chabon
Crua Chan
By the left, quick march,
Crua Chan
By the left, quick march,
Crua chan! It was seventeen hundred and forty-five, the highland spirit
had revived, Mac Dougall
and Mac Donald there, the clans had come
from everywhere, singing: Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of a Englishman, fee fi fo fum, come on London, here we come. We went all the way down south,
