I had often thought to add this Scottish protest song of the 1960s (?) but I was never confident enough of my transcription. But some recent threads (e.g., Ding Dang Dollar) brought the song back to my mind. Even better, I found a couple of verses on the web (Songs from Aldermaston) ready for copy&paste and I am confident that my remaining errors will be corrected soon by the song's author.

The first eight verses are copied and pasted from the link above. The last two verses are my transcription from a tape I think with Alastair McDonald singing. The order of verses is rather different on my tape, but in this song order of verses matters less than in most songs.

I guess with such a song lyrics variants and new verses have come faster than the author could keep count of. Tell us a bit more, Jim, if you want.

Wolfgang

WE DINNAE WANT POLARIS
(aka Monster In The Loch)
(Jim McLean, tune: Three craws)

Och, och! There's a monster in the loch,
A monster in the loch, a monster in the loch,
Och, och! There's a monster in the loch,
And we dinnae want Polaris!

The USA are giving subs away,
Giving subs away, giving subs away,
The USA are giving subs away,
But we dinnae want Polaris!

The mayor o' Dunoon has sold the toon for half-a-croon,
The toon for half-a-croon, the toon for half-a-croon,
The mayor o' Dunoon has sold the toon for half-a-croon,
But we dinnae want Polaris!

Tell the Yanks tae drap 'em doon the stanks,
Drap 'em doon the stanks, drap 'em doon the stanks,
Tell the Yanks tae drap 'em doon the stanks,
'Cos we dinnae want Polaris!

Anchors away for poppa Kenned-ay,
Poppa Kenned-ay, poppa Kenned-ay,
Anchors away for poppa Kenned-ay,
For we dinnae want Polaris!

Put the whole damn show in the River Alamo,
River Alamo, River Alamo,
Put the whole damn show in the River Alamo,
'Cos we dinnae want Polaris!

It's suicide to hae them on the Clyde,
Hae them on the Clyde, hae them on the Clyde,
Sheer suicide to hae them on the Clyde
And we dinnae want Polaris!

Off, off, get off the Holy Loch,
Off the Holy Loch, off the Holy Loch,
Off, off, get off the Holy Loch,
For we dinnae want Polaris!

The hairies o' the toon are sailing tae Dunoon
sailing tae Dunoon, sailing tae Dunoon,
The hairies o' the toon are sailing tae Dunoon
For they dinnae want Polaris.

The Clyde says 'No, you'll hae tae shoot the crow(?),
hae tae shoot the crow, hae tae shoot the crow,
The Clyde says 'No, you'll hae tae shoot the crow
For we dinnae want Polaris.