LOCH LOMOND
(As sung by the immortal combination of Charlie Murray and Adam Young at TMSA Festivals in the late '60s and early '70s)

It wis last Sunday nicht, that I got an awfa’ fricht,
When I went for a swim in Loch Lomond.
For I found when I got oot that my claithes were no’ aboot
For some passer by had pinched them in the gloaming,
And I couldna’ tak’ the high road, I couldna’ take the low road
I jist stood naked, freezing in the gloaming,.
I wis such an awfa’ fricht when it cam’ tae broad daylicht,
I wis carried hame in blankets frae Loch Lomond.
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Now a big surprise I got when I hired a little boat
On a fishing expedition on Loch Lomond
For a hooked a muckle weight and I’m gonna’ tell you straight
It kept me there all nicht until next morning
For it wouldna’ tak the high rod, it wouldna’ tak’ the low rod.
The beast weighed ower’ a ton, I’ll be swearing.
Then what d’ye think I see staring through twa eyes o’ green.
It wis the Loch Ness monster in Loch Lomond
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I went upon a spree at a local jubilee
In a hotel on the banks o’ Loch Lomond,
And I wis nearly hung for a song that I had sung
And they threatened they would droon me in Loch Lomond
For I couldn’a hit the high notes, I couldn’a hit the low notes,
The master o’ the hoose, he was swearing.
And I clean forget the air when they hit me wi’ a chair
Then they dumped in the bushes by Loch Lomond