The Hebridean Dram

The cormorant's got a kink in his neck
Stands to dry his scythe's keen edge
All of the CalMac ferries have left
Sailing out from Kennacraig

Out where the Islay spirits play
Past salt-worn crofts
And soft waves tossed
In a sheltered bay
We go where we want
Every sense run amok
In this ancient place
On our Hebridean holiday

The cormorant's got a kink in his neck
Stands to dry his scythe's keen edge
Out where the CalMac ferries go west
From the port of Kennecraig

Over pastoral roads that lead
Up gentle hills
Past woolen mills
To distilleries
Where we all have a dram
In this windswept land
Of stone and peat
Far from our homes across the sea

Bunnahabhain, Caol Ila, Bruichladdich, Laphroaig
Ardbeg, Bowmore, Kilchoman, Lagavulin
Bunnahabhain, Caol Ila, Bruichladdich, Laphroaig
Ardbeg, Bowmore, Kilchoman, Lagavulin

The cormorant's got a kink in his neck
Stands to dry his scythe's keen edge
Watching the CalMac ferries go back
To the port of Kennacraig



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Writer(s): Timothy Macdonnell Monger
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