| Long Distance Footpath | West Highland Way | Scotland UK |
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'MUDGIES' Here's a tale of a curse it's nature's worst It chases folks in thoosans Wi' it's terrible thirst it wid suck 'til it burst It will leave ye nae delusions, That it's been there among yer hair An' creepin' whaur it shouldnae. Any skin that is bare it will lea' it sair Ye thoucht ye'd escape, but ye couldnae. Wi' a beast that size ye wid think it wise Tae staun an haud yer grun. 'Til ye realize that behin' that guise Hides a monster wise folk shun. Ye can try a' ye like tae escape the tyke Ye can sweer 'til the air turns blue. But ye durna hike or stop yer bike They'll be there like a cauf tae a coo. Ye will hear folk howl fae the South o' Cowal Richt up Scotland's coast on the West So peety the sowels wi' the flailin' towels They're under attack from the pest. At the time o' year when the tourists appear Wi' their kitchen sinks etcetera They stert their career and cause many a tear Man they couldna have timed it better. But hold on I pray 'ere you all dash away With a curse and the air turning blue There's a potion they say keeps the devils at bay Just buy some, and try it, it's Shoo ! by Jim Robinson, Ardentinny. Used with Permission of Shoo.org |
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