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| Fish and Education A town is famed for many things Throughout Victoria’s nation Some are famed for pottery And some for railway station. Many lead the world in steel And many in salvation But Stornoway is far renowned For fish and education The harbour filled with drifters smoke Herring girls at their station Gutters knife and barrels full Then wash up in the basin The Clock Tower of the Nicolson Sends out its invitation Chalk and slate and Latin verbs Undergoing conjugation Chorus Fish and Education Fish and Education Fish and Education Exporting fish and Education |
| Das Boot I started out in Dolans shop Just some strips of leather Nailed together on the awl To be fit for any weather A row of seggs to set off sparks Well polished to impress her Comfy over many miles Like walking on ducks feathers Broken in whilst walking home Across the moorland heather Years of chasing after sheep And the cow that’s broke its tether But now I’m old and cracked and worn And my seams are not together Laces snapped and threadbare sole And my tongue won’t even blether So here I float, abandoned boot In the Bayhead River No more trampled underfoot Just drifting on forever |
| At the Wheel I’m at the wheel, I drive for Wooddies Gotta lorry load of stuff that’s for Woolies I’m in a rush I’m in a hurry Gotta catch the Ullapool ferry Gotta get Gotta get Gotta get The ferry home Up the road |
| In the Night A nice wee tune which we couldn’t think of any words for. Had to make the words up 30 seconds before the tapes started rolling. Take a look outside In the night A fall of snow |
| The Mane Man He came over from Chicago With a mane of long black hair Could be Jack Osbournes cousin Or Slash’s brother if you care Hey Jori Your hair it needs a trim It’s looking like a garden hedge Time to get a trim Don’t sit behind him at the cinema Or you’ll never see the screen His hair takes up a row of seats Slick it back with some Bryllcream |
| Sea Chain Long-ships at morning White sails off the Butt Linked by the Seachain With the Hermit in his hut Hey everybody, gonna take the strain (pulling on the seachain) Hey everybody, gonna take the strain(pulling on the seachain) Pulling on the chain Oars and canvas Under dragon gaze Pull on the sea chain In the early morning haze |
| Gallows Hill
Rooks Time for bed says the Gallows Hill rook As he takes to the air for one last look Around the harbour and over the town Swirling high as dusk comes down Black of wing and harsh of call Keeping watch upon us all Making sure we’re safe & sound From high above the Castle Ground Going to sleep in my rookery Just got time for one last lookery Check the town for no crookery Making sure that stuffs not tookery Congregating on a branch Before they have their airborne dance A twilight watch at end of day Looking out for Stornoway Black of wing and harsh of call Keeping watch upon us all Making sure we’re safe & sound From high above the Castle Ground Going to sleep in my rookery Just got time for one last lookery Check the town for no crookery Making sure that stuffs not tookery |
| Frost he ground is hard and grass is crisp The tent peg bends and hurts my wrist Surrounded by a swirling wisp Pitch the tent on frozen ground A level spot is never found Get the Primus roaring hot Frost Making my feet slip Frost Dislocating hip Frost It’s the temperature dip Frost Making the air nip Looking up and the sky is clear No sign of aliens over here Just the starts in the hemisphere Campfire warms the frozen ground In the distance spooky sounds Moonlight shines on the webs |
Carved in Wood |
| Wee Womble Getting Scared By The Balantrushal If you want to scare the plebs After they’ve gone to their beds With something spooky and unusual It’s got to be the Ballantrushal A bobban hat or balaclava Or other scary type palaver A wheelie bin is really crucial If you want to do the Ballantrushal Here’s the Ballantrushal He’s so unusual Ballantrushal Send him down the Valtos Road The seeds of fear can them be sowed But not as far as the Norse Mill And all the plebs get a deathly chill Wee Womble sees the Ballantrushal And he emits a sort of ‘whooshal’ Scaring plebs at dead of night Glen Valtos is Alright Alright. |
| Break Away I’m leaving Can’t you see The other chessmen Don’t agree With my moves and strategy I’ll form my own board Breakaway So I’m leaving Yea, I’m leaving Breakaway The pawns wont Listen to me The Knight has Become a Wee free The Rooks have all flown away They wouldn’t listen they wouldn’t stay So I’m leaving Yea, I’m leaving Breakaway The King thinks Its all black and white When he dies He’ll get a fright The Queen moves across the board Spreading rumours and discord So I’m leaving Yea, I’m leaving Breakaway So I’m the Bishop Follow me Leave with me Come with me Breakaway Breakaway And you’ll be free |
| Fir Chlis In the darkness There’s a rhythm I feel Someone dancing To a silent reel Who are those dancers Casting such light Who are those dancers On the edge of night On the edge of night Who are these dancers Over my head Who are these dancers Over my head Fir chlis We are the dancers Fir chlis Over your head In the darkness There’s a rhythm I feel Someone dancing To a silent reel Who are those dancers Casting such light Who are those dancers On the edge of night On the edge of night Where are these dancers Over my head Where are these dancers They’ve all gone to bed |
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