Lyrics - Our Glens

I love Scotland Glens, and whatever else we lose,
Please leave us our Glens, our glorious Glens
Or mountains are grand, Ben Lomond, Ben Nevis too,
You can have all these Bens, but leave us our Glens.
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach,Glen Grant
Can you do without them, if you must know, I can't
Put a drop in a glass of Glen Grant or Glen Drottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water
Take our Highland Schottishe, or marches, strathspeys and reels,
Take our old Scottish Waltz, but leave us our malts,
Remove if you will our Ladies conveniences,
And our Gentlemens, but leave us our Glens
Glenfarclas, Glen Lochy Glen Garioch, Glen Faul
I once knew a man who had sampled them all
Glen Ugie, Glenkinchie, Glen Isla, that's plenty
He looked 65, but in fact he ws 20.

I'd willingly lose our culture, or most of it,
Including that mess called Full Highland Dress
With the whole ethnic bit, with haggis and Hogmanay
I'd gladly dispense, but leave us our Glens
Glenturret, Glen Scotia and last week Glen Fyne
Was rare at communion when we ran out of wine
Glenglassoch, Glen Lossie, Glendullan Glenmorangie
I prefer them to Cointreau which I find too orangey.

So breathes there a Scot whose views and priorities
When laid on the line are different from mine
Take our jobs take our homes, take anything else you will
Wife, family and friends, but leave us our glens
Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glendronach,Glen Grant
Can you do without them, if you must know, I can't
Put a drop in a glass of Glen Grant or Glen Drottar
It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water

Our Glens
Buff Hardie/James Donald