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  We’re the Kishorn Commandos way up in Wester Ross
  We’ve never had a gaffer, we’ve never had a boss
  We’ll build the biggest oil-rig you’ve ever come across
  Remember we’re the Kishorn Commandos

Early every morning we get wakened by a shout
Get up, ye idle buggers, won’t you get the finger out
And what do we get for breakfast? Seven pints of stout
Remember we’re the Kishorn Commandos

Digging down a dusty hole till we can hardly speak
Summer sunshine, rain or snow, we seldom stop to sleep
We work for forty hours a day and fourteen days a week
Remember we’re the Kishorn Commandos

We’re working down a dusty hole till we can hardly speak
Summer sunshine rain or snow we seldom stop to sleep
We work for forty hours a day fourteen days a week
Remember we’re the Kishorn Commandos

We’ve never joined the Navy, we’ve never joined the RAF
We’ve never joined the army, we’re not so bloody daft
We’d rather go to Kishorn and get paid for skivin’ aff
Remember we’re the Kishorn Commandos

And when the job is over we’ll up and pack our bags
We’ll spend the money on the booze, the women and the nags
But until then we’ll have to do wi’ navvies dressed in drag
Remember we’re the Kishorn Commandos

Chorus

All God’s creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire
And some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got

You got to listen to the bass, the one on the bottom
Where bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus
Moans and groans with a big Gnu
The old brown cow goes moo

The dogs and the cats are gonna take up the middle
Where the honeybee hums and the crickets fiddle
The donkey brays and the pony neighs
And the old grey Badger sighs

Listen to the top where the little birds sing
On the melody with the high notes ringing
The hooter screams at everything
And the blackbird disagrees

Singing in the night time, singing in the day
The little duck quacks and he’s on his way
The possum ain’t got much to say
The porcupine talks to himself

It’s a simple song, a living song everywhere
With the fox and the ox and the grizzly bear
Crocodile alligator and the hawk above
The sly Weasel and the turtle dove

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Away to the westward I’m longing to be
Where the beauties of heaven unfold by the sea
Where the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and free
On a hilltop high above the Dark Island

Chorus

Isle o’ my childhood I’m dreaming of thee

As the Steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree

Soon I’ll capture the magic that still lingers for me

When I’m back once more upon my Dark Island.

So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bay
Where the stream joins the ocean and young children play
On the strand of pure silver I’ll welcome each day
And I’ll roam for ever more the Dark Island

True gem of the Herbrides bathed in the light
Of the midsummer dawning that follows the night
How I yearn for the cries of the seagulls in flight
As they circle above the Dark Island

Chorus

Sit ye down here, my cronies, and gi’e us your crack,
Let the win’ tak’ the care o’ this life on its back,
Our hearts to despondency we never will submit,
For we’ve aye been provided for, and sae will we yet

Then bring us a tankard o’ nappy brown ale;
For to comfort our hearts and enliven the tale;
We’ll always be the happier the langer we sit,
For we’ve drank the gither mony a time, and sae will we yet.

Here’s a health tae the farmer, and prosper his plough,
Rewarded a’ his work and toiling a’ the year through!
For seed time and harvest we ever will get,
For we’ve lippen’d aye to providence, and sae will we yet.

So let the glass keep its course, and go merrily around,
For the sun has to rise, though the moon it goes down.
Till the house be rinnin’ roun’ about, it’s time enough to flit,
When we fell, we aye got up again, and sae will we yet.

Chorus (after each verse)

Shift and spin, warp and twine,
Makin’ thread coarse and fine;
Dreamin o’ yer Valentine
Workin in the mill

Keep yer bobbins runnin easy
Show ye’re gallus, bright and breezy
Waitin till Prince Charmin sees ye
Workin in the mill

Oil yer runners, mend yer thread
Do yer best until you’re dead
You wish you were a wife instead o
Workin in the mill

Used to dream you’d be the rage
Smilin on the fashion page
Never dreamt you’d be a wage slave
Workin in the mill

Used to think that life was kind
No it isn’t, never mind
Maybe some day love will find you
Workin in the mill

He loves you not? So what?
Make the best of what you’ve got
Win your pay, spin your cotton
Workin in the mill

Paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde
Sodium citrate, ammonium cyanide
Phosphates and nitrates and chlorides galore
Just have one o’ these and you’ll never need more.

Got messed up last night on some furfuryl alcohol
Followed it down with a gallon of propanol
Drank from mid-morning until late afternoon
And then spat on the floor and blew up the saloon.

Paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde,
Powdered aluminum, nitrogen iodide
Slop it around and add in some benzene
Then top off the punch with Fluorescein

Whiskey, tequila and rum are too tame, no
The stuff that I drink must explode into flame.
When I sneeze I dissolve all the paint in the room,
And then rattle the walls with an earth-shaking BOOM

Paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde
Go soak your head in a jar of formaldehyde
Scrub very hard, and then rinse out your mane
In dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane….

Paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde

go soak your head in a jar of formaldehyde

Scrub very hard and rinse out your main

in dichlorodipheytrichcloroethane.

For as I gaed doon the Overgate I met a bonny wee lass

For she winked tae me with the tail o’ her e’e as I went rovin past

Chorus.

Wi my rovin eye faldi diddle di wi my rovin eye dum derry

Wi my rovin eye faldi diddle di wi my rovin eye dum derry

Wi my rovin eye.

I asked her what her name might be, she said: “Jemima Rose
And I live up the toon wi the mistress Broonat the back o the beefcan Close.”

I took her tae another room a wee bit doon the burn

it’s true what Rabbie Burns did say man wis made tae mourn

I asked her what was her landlady’s name, she said it was Mrs. Bruce
And with that she invited me to come awa’ to the hoose

As we went up the windin’ stair, them bein’long and dark
For I slipped my siller frae my inside pooch and I tied it to the tail o’ my
sark

a’ nicht long I dreamed I was lying in the airms o’ Jemima Rose
But when I awoke I was lying on my back at the back o’ the Beefcan Close

Come a’ ye jolly ploo men lads that stay oot after dark
taker yer siller frae your inside pooch and tie it to the tail o’ your sark.

Oh play me a blue song and fade down the light
I’m sad as a proud man can be sad tonight
Just let me dream on, Oh just let me sway
While the sweet violins and the saxophones play
And Miss, you don’t know me, but can’t we pretend
That we care for each other, till the band reach the end

Chorus.

One step for aching, and two steps for breaking
Waltzing’s for dreamers and losers in love
One step for sighing and two steps for crying
Waltzing’s for dreamers and losers in love

Now they say love’s for gamblers, Oh the pendulum swings
I bet hard on love and I lost everything So don’t send me home now, 
Put a shot in my arm and we’ll drink out old memories 
And we’ll drink in the dawn and Mr Bandleader won’t you play one more time
For I’ve good folding money in this pocket of mine

Chorus.

Chorus.

Ye sporting men of chester I’ll have you all to hear
Of a man called Joseph Baker who lived near Delamere
He ran faster than the old red fox futher than the hound
Of all the men who challanged him no equal could be found

He rose up every morning before the day was clear
And through the shady forest pursued the royal dear
He races the wind across the field the mist right up the hill
And he raced the dust along the road an the stream down to the hill

Chorus

Now sportsmen came from far and near to challanged Bakers Speed
In every race, in every way, they swore to do that deed
A soldier came from Frodsham, a wedger came from Sale
A sailor came from Birkenhead, a butcher came from Hale

Chorus

He was never beaten until that fateful day
When death at last defeated him and took his breath away
But if you should watch on a winter’s night you’ll see him running still
As his ghost runs down from Kelsall church right up to Helsby Hill

Double Chorus.

Twa recruiting sergeants came frae the Black Watch 
Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for tae catch. 
But a’ that they ‘listed was forty and twa: 
Enlist my bonnie laddie an’ come awa.

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And it’s over the mountain and over the Main, 
Through Gibralter, to France and Spain. 
Pit a feather tae your bonnet, and a kilt aboon your knee, 
Enlist my bonnie laddie and come awa with me.

Oh laddie ye dinna ken the danger that yer in. 
If yer horses was to fleg, and yer owsen was to rin, 
This greedy ole farmer, he wouldna pay yer fee. 
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa wi’ me

Chorus: 

And its into the barn and out o’ the byre, 
This ole farmer, he thinks ye never tire. 
It’s slavery a’ yer life, a life o’ low degree. 
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa with me

Chorus: 

O laddie if ye’ve got a sweetheart an’ a bairn, 
Ye’ll easily get rid o’ that ill-spun yarn. 
Twa rattles o’ the drum, aye and that’ll pay it a’. 
Sae list my bonnie laddie and come awa.