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Unless we seem to be marching in a quiet fashion, Galen plays the occasional travelling tune.

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
With his hand-me-downs and Welliers and his sandwiches of bran
But now that pavement peasant is a full grown bitter man
With all the trials and troubles of his travelling people's clan

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School
He was lousy at the Gaelic, they'd call him amadán - a fool
He was brilliant in the toss school by trading objects in the pawn
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways had gone

I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away the soul
But mending pots and kettles is a trade lost in the past
"There's no hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer when he asked

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday
Taking methylated spirits with some wino's on the quay
Oh, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man

Hamish walks in front, spear ready, looking for trouble (maybe looking forward to trouble...)

muddle will march in the middle rank, bow ready.

Selene walks a bit behind Muddle, occasionally looking back over her shoulder.

Saeloria falls in in the middle of the pack. "As fine as your playing is Galen, I think we might want to keep quiet lest we draw unwanted attention to ourselves. At least until we get further away from the town. We're still not sure where our captors are so the fewer clues we give them the better."

...and Racht, Bill, Oleg, and the horses bring up the rear.

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