Firth of Cyde
the north wind blows
across the firth or clyde
the done in ferry boat
fights the rising tide
birds of prey they glyde
we beasties run and hide
up the furth of clyde
when the off shore wind blows
then you should never go
where it will take you
you can never know
might be wee cumbrea
might be arron
or some distant land
you will wash up on the sand
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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