Then he went to a gun fair
To follow his fate
And he brought back a carload
Of monstrous weight!
There were handguns and air-guns
Both stainless and blued
Though he limped, when he'd heft 'em,
From the Braun in his shoe.

And it's hands on your sheathes lads,
And keep the blades free,
On your guard for a visit
From Bold Raparee!