Gaffney's Retreat


   words by Eric "Dhugal" Schilder

Brave soldiers marching through the glen
Oh, we would never want to hurt you
For we are Colonel Gaffney's men
Farmers, beware your livestock's virtue

Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
he wears a blood red pouch.
Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
he dresses like a couch.

Oh Shaun, his fighting men are brave.
Oh Shaun, he dresses in his fine frock.
Shaun, his men are all depraved.
Some would even sleep with livestock.

Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
with moustach on his lip.
Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
you are a poxy git.

Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
he wears upholstery..
Shaun Gaffney, Shaun Gaffney
he dresses like the Queen - almost.


Alternate First Verse - author unknown
We are soldiers marching throu the glen,
Oh, we would not want to hurt you.
Farmers lock you sheep in pens,
or we may steal your sheeps virture.
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