It's live it's here, no in some book
Breathe in the air afore ye flag
Or Harry lights anither fag
Ye climb so high, ye aye forget
Thon ghosts in times gone past ye met
But like yer pellegrinos going up yon hill
They slide past you as yer knees grow ill
The descent is'no some flimsy bairns treat
As ye pummel through ra rubble wae Tai- torn feet
But once in town ye can finally ca canny
When cerveza is ordered fae a wee Spanish manny
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