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In the timbers to Fennario |
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The wolves are runnin' round |
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The winter was so hard and cold |
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Froze ten feet 'neath the ground |
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Don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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I sat down to my supper |
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It was a bottle of red whisky |
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I said my prayers and went to bed |
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That's the last they saw of me |
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Don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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When I awoke, the dire wolf |
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Six hundred pounds of sin |
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Was grinning at my window |
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All I said was, "Come on in" |
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But don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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The wolf came in, I got my cards |
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We sat down for a game |
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I cut my deck to the queen of spades |
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But the cards were all the same |
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Don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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Don't murder me |
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In the backwash of Fennario |
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The black and bloody mire |
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The dire wolf collects his due |
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While the boys sing 'round the fire |
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Don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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Don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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No, no, no don't murder me, I beg of you |
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Don't murder me, please, don't murder me |
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Please, don't murder me |
