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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

Chrs.

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

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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

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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

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PEATMAN

Peatman!

He wears black wellies

Peatman!

He's coming for you

Peatman!

He'll take all your peat’s away

Peatman!

You know what to do

You gotta run,run,run,run away

Running from the Peatman

Peatman!

He drives a black tractor

Peatman!

Mostly at night

Peatman!

If you see him coming

Peatman!

You'll get a terrible fright

You gotta run,run,run,run away

Running from the Peatman

Peatman!

He tows a black trailer

Peatman!

It's full up with peat

Peatman!

How did he get it

Peatman!

It's all done by deceit

You gotta run,run,run,run away

Running from the Peatman

TAKE IT EASY

I never knew until I saw your face

Yea and you showed me ,you showed me a place

Where we could

Take it easy

Take it slow

Take it any speed you want me to go

Yes and you told me what it was all about

The things you did to me made me want to shout out

Take it easy

Take it slow

Take it any speed you want me to go

Take it away

Take it easy

Take it slow

Take it any speed you want me to go

A HERD OF SHEEP

I walk these hills every day

Trying to earn my keep

It's hard to make a living out of a herd of sheep

I'm following the footsteps

Of those who've gone before

The crofter on the hillside

And the fisherman on the shore

It's hard to feed your children

When poverty is outside

When the wind and rain are family

And the barren lands your bride

This land for all it's beauty

Is a hard one to survive

Despite the picture postcards

Our villages don’t thrive

Our harvest from the land and sea

Just goes to pay the debt

There’s nothing left for us to do

But the biggest clearance yet.

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GLEN VALTOS BY NIGHT (IT'S ALL RIGHT IT’S ALL RIGHT)

A walk in the dark along the old track

Jason was heavy and perched on my back

The ghostly Balantrushal was out on the Glen

And all the plebs would shit themselves then

A hole in the ceiling and ropes they would fall

And Grassy and Rab would descend to the hall

But no one would notice the elaborate plan

So it's back to playing shithead and Duran Duran

A chase round the buildings is all very nice

But it's even nicer when your Valtos Vice

And Mafia contracts with water is wet

Being caught by Skip the ultimate threat

The Rangers are over and Jason is drunk

He's getting upset cause they've stolen his bunk

And "Rab Is A Bastard" is written in sand

And lobsters go missing by slight of hand

The audience ready the band take the floor

And Bosch and the Crisis make them call out for more

And Zing Pop and Swinecult are no more but dust

And no one remembers the great Rampant Thrust

A hike round the beaches as midnight goes past

Singing old songs with Rab always last

Connect Four and Blackbox till dawn we would play

Then crash in the Plebs dorm for the rest of the day

The Messiah gets worshipped by Plebs kneeling down

But he's not amused you can tell by the frown

And dorms would get thrashed when all were in bed

But "We didn’t do it " is what we always said

MEALISVAL

Away over in the Uig hills, there lies a great bump

It's name is Mealisval and it's a rotten dump

One side it is rocky and one side it is steep

One side is impossible unless you are a sheep

And it is so high, I just cant get on top of it

And it's so high, I wish I were a pig , a pig with wings

Mealisval, it's really high, it’s a pain in the ass way up in the sky

Mealisval, it's top is higher than it's bottom

I don't like sheep, I think they're really rotten

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Oh my poor Granny, you know she lived in a house

And once she climbed a tree because she saw a mouse

Mealisval, It’s top is higher than its bottom

I don’t like sheep you know I think their really rotten

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AND THE PORPOISE

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(THE) PRAWN (IN GRASSIES EYE)

Open the fridge, check out each and every shelf

There’s not much in, it looks like prawns are going to be

on that menu once again you’ll see

Set the table ,get your fork and napkin out

Stuff your face, it looks like prawns are going to die

Once again you’ll see

Chorus The prawns are boiling, the sauce is greener than green

The prawns are screaming, oh please no Grassy don’t eat me

oh dear

Set the table, get your knife ,fork and napkin out

Stuff your face, it looks like prawns are going to die once again

You’ll see.

Open the fridge, check out each and every shelf

There’s not much in it looks like prawns are going to be on that menu

once again you’ll see

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HEY HO ANYBODY HOME

Hey ho anybody home

Meet and drink and money have I none

Still I will be happy, happy, happy

Hey ho anybody home

A shadow on the mountain

Turns over midnight’s page

As the mist runs from the forest

And the sunlight takes the stage

Now morning is upon us

The moon is chased away

And life looks so much different

With the breaking of the day

The silence of the dark rocks

Is broken by the breeze

As the sound of running waters

comes calling through the trees

now morning is upon us

The moon is chased away

And life looks so much different

With the breaking of the day

The mountain track is twisting

As below it meets the glen

And forgotten footsteps echo

From an unknown distant then

Now morning is upon us

The moon is chased away

and life looks so much different

with the breaking of the day

A TALE OF TWO TRACTORS

Well this old farm is all I got

It’s the best for miles around

A hundred head of cattle

And corn growing in the ground

But my farm is more fertile

The grass is lush and green

And most folk say my turnips

Is the best they’ve ever seen

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Plink plonk goes the rain on my old tin shed

I hope the lord forgives me cos I want my neighbour dead

The people here are friendly

Except for him next door

He don’t feed his animals

Their always after more

Well his fields of corn

Are dying off they must have got the blight

He just don’t have that farming knack

He just don’t do it right

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Well listen here old neighbour

This is what I said

I’m gonna come a’callin

And set fire to your shed

That don’t bother me none

I’ll burst your tractor tyre

And then I’ll get some matches

And set fire to your byre

FUNKY PEATSTACK

I’m going down to see my funky peatstack

Where are you going to?

That’s it there just by the winding peattrack

Where’s your peatstack gone?

I’m going down to put the fallen peat’s back

Where are you going to?