By request for Eliza a/k/a Senoufou (request posted on a non-music thread)

WE ARE THE MEN WHO OWN YOUR GLEN

[John McGrath, author]

We are the men
Who own your glen
Though you won't see us there
In Edinburgh pubs
And Guildford clubs
We insist how much we care
Your interests
are ours my friends
From Golspie to the Minch
But if you want your land
We'll take a stand
We will not budge one inch

(spoken) The Sporting Estate Proprietor

If you should wish
To catch the fish
That in your lochs are stacked
Then take your creel
Book rod and reel
And get your picnic packed
Now cast away
The livelong day
But don't think it's all free
You own your rods
The rain is God's
But the rest belongs to me

(spoken) Dr. Green of Surrey

Doctor Green of Surrey
Is in no hurry
For a ferry to cross the Sound
You want a pier
Oh no not here
I need that patch of ground
This island she
Belongs to me
As all you peasants know
And I'm quite merry
For I need no ferry
As I never intend to go

(spoken) The Ministry of Defence

The Minister of Defence
He is not dense
He knows just what he's found
The place to test
Torpedoes best
Is right up Raasey Sound
A few bombs too
In a year or two
You can hear the people groan
This water's ours
So NATO powers
Go test them up your own

(spoken) Continental Tour Operators

Herr Heinrich Harr
Says it is wunderbar
To shoot animals is it not
For a reasonable sum
You can pepper their bum
With bullets and buckshot
You may call us Krauts
'Cos we're after your trouts
But listen you Scottish Schwein
This is part of a plan
That first began
In nineteen-thirty-nine

Reprise, as above: We are the men who own your glen....

© 1974, 1981 by John McGrath
Revised edition
London: Bloomsbury Publishing, 1993