02-19-2015, 06:08 PM
After hearing someone loved it, i thought i'd share
Here it goes:
Here it goes:
I've hunted for it high 'n' low; I've looked it in the eye.
I dream about the perfect way, tae make this devil die.
Come taste ma blade ya manky house for gobblin' up ma leg!
I'll hunt ye then I'll skin ye, hang your noggin on a peg!
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
You're ancient as the highlands and as unforgivin' too.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you!
Its bigger than a Cuillin, killin' armies with its paws.
Gallia is never happy till the blood runs from his jaws.
He murders in the taus and he fights with ev'ry house.
Its teeth and jowls have ripped the hearts fae many a bretonian man.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
It’s stolen lads and lassies and wee 'bonnie babies too'!
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you!
Through glen and bog and peat and fog we'll find your froggy lair.
And then we'll lance you, make you dance- you house that are nae mair.
We'll roast your rump, add haggis and neeps, and fry your blue blood black.
We'll mix a slice of thigh with spice and grill you on the rack.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
We'll bile yur fleet wae dumplin' breed tae make an ursine stew.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all the houses tae slaughter you!
We'll make its fleet 'a cozy chair', Charles head upon the wall.
We'll splash a dram of whiskey on his snout at every ball.
Tales will tell from glen to glen of how we slayed the beast.
And all will toast brave Bretonian men at every royal feast.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
The legend spreads from house tae house, of the devil that we slew.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all the houses to slaughter you!
I dream about the perfect way, tae make this devil die.
Come taste ma blade ya manky house for gobblin' up ma leg!
I'll hunt ye then I'll skin ye, hang your noggin on a peg!
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
You're ancient as the highlands and as unforgivin' too.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you!
Its bigger than a Cuillin, killin' armies with its paws.
Gallia is never happy till the blood runs from his jaws.
He murders in the taus and he fights with ev'ry house.
Its teeth and jowls have ripped the hearts fae many a bretonian man.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
It’s stolen lads and lassies and wee 'bonnie babies too'!
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you!
Through glen and bog and peat and fog we'll find your froggy lair.
And then we'll lance you, make you dance- you house that are nae mair.
We'll roast your rump, add haggis and neeps, and fry your blue blood black.
We'll mix a slice of thigh with spice and grill you on the rack.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
We'll bile yur fleet wae dumplin' breed tae make an ursine stew.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all the houses tae slaughter you!
We'll make its fleet 'a cozy chair', Charles head upon the wall.
We'll splash a dram of whiskey on his snout at every ball.
Tales will tell from glen to glen of how we slayed the beast.
And all will toast brave Bretonian men at every royal feast.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
The legend spreads from house tae house, of the devil that we slew.
Gallia, Gallia
Gallia, Gallia!
Now the time has come for all the houses to slaughter you!