Common As Folk
©, Willie McCulloch, 2006
Hamish he said, ?Jock watch were ye stand,
For the rocks they can be deceivin`!?
In the dead o` the nicht, when the Sabbath is o`vr
We?ll drink doon the devils share!
Noo mae trousers are wet an` the throat is so dry
But the chances are well worth takin`
Fer nae police are here, where the silkies abide
Here on the Western shore?
Let?s take her awa`?Hide her awa`?
Up an` awa?Pull her awa`?
All yer faithers be proud taenicht?
Let?s cart her awa`?Tow her awa?
Hide her oot o`sight?in Eriskay?
By the beautiful sea?
Common as folk, but smart as they come?
All the islanders looked tae heaven?
By the grace o` the wind an` the power o` the sea
Let the golden spirit rise?
Still tae this day?that shipwreck they say?
Made their wee bit o`life worth livin`
Buried deep in the sands, by the islanders hands
On the Outer Hebrides?
Let?s take her awa`?Hide her awa`?
Up an` awa?Pull her awa`?
All yer faithers be proud taenicht?
Let?s cart her awa`?Tow her awa?
Hide her oot o`sight?in Eriskay?
By the beautiful sea