| Hey now boys there’s something not right
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| Did anyone see Willy at the dance last night
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| Let’s pick up Boa without a fuss
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| Chuck him in with the camans at the back of the bus
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| 'cause we’re running late it’s way past ten
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| We’re driving through the straths and glens
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| Come on, Johnny Bulla, make it fast
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| For the twelve noon throw-up and the clash of the ash
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| Well we’d better make changes now it seems
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| Geek to the centre
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| Weed to the wing
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| The Rocket’s old and slow and due to retire
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| Stick him right on the sawdust ready to fire
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| And if we do all that and there’s no one spare
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| Tell me who’s gonna mark the Kinlochshiel Bear
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| He’s hard as nails, quick as a flash
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| He comes down from the caves for the clash of the ash
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| This story started long ago
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| With heroes forged and legends told
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| And for every fighting highland man
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| Stand by your brother, die for the clan
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| Well when the whistle blows and the battle’s done
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| These shinty boys shine like the sun
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| We don’t play for fame, we don’t play for cash
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| We just play for the glory and the clash of the ash |