I remember somebody singing it on the Hogmanay TV programme. Could well have been John Grieve: I am sad and weary, very far from cheery, Sing an eerie, drearie sang that maks yer optics bleary. Sing a sang of sorrow. From the Gaelic borrow The sort of lay that starts today and goes on till tomorrow. Sing me a Hebridean song, daddy Sing me a Hebridean song, daddy One about forty verses long, daddy Sing me a Hebridean song. Sing about St Kilda, bonnie wee St Kilda The only place you'll never find the speculative builder. Sing to me of Ossian, Ossian was a caution, He paddled in the ocean while his mother did the washin'. It was quite a bit longer: I recognise some of the bits from previous responses.
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