The Jackelope shook and pitched on her side How I wish I was in Birdbrooke now! Parrett was smashed like a nest of eggs And the Main truck carried off one o’ me legs Roc damn them all! I was told We’d cruise the skies for the Storm King’s gold We’d fire no guns, shed no tears But I’m a broken bird on a Shadowfax pier The last of Parrett’s Privateers
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