With that thought in mind:
Once a crazy Storm Bull sat beside the Devil's Marsh,
Under the shade of the arrowstalk tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the Devil's Marsh
"Who'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
"Drinking and fighting, Drinking and fighting,
Who'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
And he sang as he sat and waited by the Devil's Marsh
"Who'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
Down came a Llama Rider to the Devil's Marsh
Up jumped the Storm Bull and seized him with glee
And he sang as he swung his axe around maniacally,
"You'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
"Drinking and fighting, Drinking and fighting,
You'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
And he sang as they sat and waited by the Devil's Marsh
"You'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
Down came the Storm Khan, riding on his buffalo,
Down came his warriors, one, two, three.
"Where is the chaos that you want to go and fight?
We'll come a drinking and fighting with thee"
"Drinking and fighting, Drinking and fighting,
You'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
And he sang as they sat and waited by the Devil's Marsh
"You'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
Up jumped the Storm Bull and waded through the Devil's Marsh,
"We may not come back alive," cried he
And their ghosts may be heard as you ride beside the Devil's Marsh,
"Who'll come a drinking and fighting with me"
Phil.
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