Bearclaw Valley By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

and after the stranger came merrick.
he knew the valley of his birth,
he kept low low low low low low
stalking and prowling and hunting the odd strange creature who had dared to enter his valley and steal his prey.
and as with all living things, there came a fearful pause, in which merrick, hidden from sight, let out a dark and long spiral of haunting laughter.