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Funky Peatstack |
| Gunhilted Keep your mind on what their saying Keep an ear on what their doing If your down and feeling wilted Don’t forget to be Gunhilted Chorus. Yea yea yea, Gunhilted Yea yea yea , All the time Yea yea yea, Gunhilted Blow your mind Set your sights and keep that heading Hold your course and don’t be spreading If your waters feeling silted Don’t forget to be Gunhilted Chorus With some shades on you’d be cool With a string vest you’d look a fool With some tartan you’d be kilted But don’t forget to be Gunhilted Chorus Keep an eye on where your headed If you ever going to get wedded If at the alter you get jilted Don’t forget to be Gunhilted |
| I Don't Like
Sheep Small animal Wooly animal Animal with very little brain Small animal Wooly animal Sleeps out in the rain Chorus Get behind the wheel |
| Drinking Thinking It’s Friday night Cathy Dhalls is in your sights Cider’s gonna make you tight Cos your underage There is no doubt All you need’s a carry-out Even if its Sweetheart Stout Cos your underage Drink from a canFeel like a man Cos your underage The Castle Grounds Is good for hiding ring-pull sounds Even though its out of bounds Cos your underage Carry outs!I want to get my Carry outs! |
| The Hunt For
The Humpbacked Lobster I stand in the prow of my fine craft Scanning the sea both front and aft For a tell tale sign that my prey is near So the Humped-backed lobster I can spear We sailed from Harris at early dawn Hurrying in case our prey was gone Harpoon is loaded and points to sea And Humped-backed lobster we’ll have for tea Chorus Harpoon, Harpoon, Descend real soon With a mighty crack on the Lobsters back Harpoon, harpoon, descend real soon With a mighty crack on the lobsters back It’s a savage life being a lobsterman To catch crustaceans for the pan Sailing through both wind and snow And waiting for the cry of there she blows It’s a thankless job that needs be done Hunting lobsters on the run My hunt for lobsters will never cease Despite persecution from Greenpeace Chorus |
| Bjorns Horns Now listen here to what I say I come to steal your land away My Viking ships are in your bay I come for the keys of Stornoway Chorus I want, I want This land it will be mine I need, I need Oh Thor give me a sign Now listen here, I want your moor Chorus |
| Heroes Take a young man give him a gun Six weeks training so much to learn Send him marching on foreign soil Here him screaming at the field guns recoil It was a long time ago But I still wake screaming It was a long time ago But I’m still bleeding Chorus Take a soldier to the front Chorus |
| Oh Flick This cunning plan of noble birth To shift a chunk of gods own earth Began at dawn this fateful day As I watched the longships in the spray In the spray The Vikings say its their intent To move rocks stronger than cement With chains as an umbilical cord They’ll tow us over to their fiord To their fiord The towing starts and rocks do break Leaving Barra in their wake Never fear old Bjorn does yell There’s still the rest on which to dwell On which to dwell A cry goes up from Viking mouth As Uist breaks off in the south And swears do fly, in ancient Norse Which sounds to me so very coarse So very coarse More breaking sounds and Bjorn goes ‘bah’ And welcome too Benbecula Harder still they row their craft With new made isles left in their aft Left in their aftAnd last the Uist of the north Broke apart for all its worth A floating peat in Atlantic swell A place for Uisteochs to dwell A place to dwell Harris stays with the isle of Heather With Tarbert holding both together The Vikings could not the effort make And anyway the chain did break Chain did break |
| Ponderous Its time to leave and lock the door I make my way down to the shore To emigrate and take my leave My blackhouse home I will not grieve Chorus Well times were hard and life was tough Chorus |
Bee Without
A Bumble Chorus This is my car Chorus Chorus |
| Cromwell Street Congregation It’s Friday night and the time is right To hoist a glass of ale Wallet thinning but your still grinning Though you’re looking pale The bar is closing but the night is young Where can you go to have some fun There’s a place in town where the streets turn right That’s the place for a Friday night Chorus It’s Saturday night and the moneys tight Chorus |
Peter Dan The Rubber Man |
| A Tale Of Two
Tractors Well this old farm is all I got It’s the best for miles around One hundred head of cattle And corn growing in the ground Well my farm is more fertile Chorus The people here are friendly Well his fields of corn are dying off Chorus Well listen here old neighbour That don’t worry me none Chorus |
| Uig Draftsmen Can you feel the wind As it blows tonight Do you think it’ll blow forever Can you feel the wind In the fading light We’re in for stormy weather Have you ever sat and wondered Have you ever sat and wondered Have you ever sat and wondered |
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