The Song of House Fulcairn
O'er the Gorge's green treetops, our hunting birds fly
With sharp talons unerring, they master the sky
While below race our hounds, ever faithful and true
Pursuing their quarry 'neath green boughs of yew
Oh Fulcairn, House Fulcairn, our arrowheads sharp
Our ancestors' might in our bow arms and hearts
O, long shall we reign o'er this land green and good
The stewards and masters of this blessed wood
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