Lochanside - North Sea Gas

Come the winter cold and dreary

Brings the hawk down from the high scree

To the whins where snowy hares hide

All around the Lochanside

Come the spring the land lies weary

Till the sun shines out so cheery

Brings the bloom for all of June's pride

All around the Lochanside

If you'd been you'd have seen the scatter

O the peezies over the machair

When above the tawny owl glides

All around the Lochanside

And the heron he comes a-creeping

Through the rashes so green and dreeping

To the pool where wily trout slide

All around the Lochanside

Aye if you ever have a reason

To be here in any season

Come and try the barley bree in

Round the fire on Lochanside

Summer time the fish are louping

Dippers in the burnies couping

Swallows fly from dawn till evens-tide

All around the Lochanside

By the autumn the pinks are winging

Blaeberries over the moors are hanging

Salmon through the surging spate fight

All around the Lochanside

If you'd been you'd have seen the scatter

O the peezies over the machair

When above the tawny owl glides

All around the Lochanside

And the heron he comes a-creeping

Through the rashes so green and dreeping

To the pool where wily trout slide

All around the Lochanside

Aye if you ever have a reason

To be here in any season

Come and try the barley bree in

Round the fire on Lochanside

Aye if you ever have a notion

To be welcomed with devotion

Travel home over any ocean

To be here on Lochanside