From yesterday a major omission
When the girls made a courageous decision
At four o’clock
They went down to the dock
On a serious aquatic mission
They dodged the chores with glee
For a grey and murky sea
They didn’t linger
Still got white finger
Cause the water was 9.3.
After an evening of the Blacksheep’s beer
We’re off in search of new headgear
Well blow me down
Two minutes through town
We secure the bargain of the year.
Soon we’re off on the Macra’nish siding
There’s a bit of a zip to our riding
By the Mowi farm
There’s a certain charm
To the seabirds ducking and diving.
This side of the mull is quite flat
It’s calm and serene where we’re at
The shoreline’s beguiling
It’s hard to stop smiling
Till a squall and a climb stop all that.