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 through the glen,
Oh, we would not want to hurt you.
Farmers lock your sheep in pens,
or we may steal your sheeps virture.