The Ballard of Craggy
(to the tune of Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene)
Craggy,
Craggy, Craggy, Craggy
I’m begging of you please don’t kill my clan
Craggy, Craggy, Craggy, Craggy
Please don’t get them slaughtered to a man
It
was about this time of year
Formorian hordes they did appear
In the western isles of Caledonia
"I need an army that is bold
To battle against our foe of old
So rally round brave clansman", said Craggy
They
marched on to the battle field
Armed with spell and sword and shield
To follow out the orders of Craggy
He sent them off in to the fray
Sure that they would win the day
And many shouted out the name "Craggy"
Craggy,
Craggy, Craggy, Craggy
I’m begging of you please don’t kill my clan
Craggy, Craggy, Craggy, Craggy
Please don’t get them slaughtered to a man
But
when the war had run its course
Craggy has left but half his force
And doubts were raised about your plan, Craggy
You may have been absolved of crime
But please remember the next time
To kill the foe and not the clans, Craggy
Craggy,
Craggy, Craggy, Craggy
I’m begging of you please don’t kill my clan
Craggy, Craggy, Craggy, Craggy
Please don’t get them slaughtered to a man
Craggy, Craggy