I cannot find the lyrics to this song by Alistair Hulett anywhere, and they aren't in the album liner notes that I have. Would be grateful for any corrections folks may have to offer, marked with (?) where I have no idea. Tyna(?) at our own time, Up to the place of our own choosing The children of the Dark Loch Were scattered in the wind While god in his heaven, All mercy was refusing, We endured the wrath, Of a young god, Against whose laws we’d sinned And one by one we scratched our names, On the broken teeth of shattered walls, And bid farewell to the Dark Loch Where the lonely curlew calls, Like waves the sheep rolled in, When they drove us from the Glenside, A thousand of years of parting (?) Declared were non but ours Bold Jordie ’s (??) henchmen, Fell upon us like a landslide, And the children of the Dark Loch Were trampled down like withered flowers Chorus With targe, dirk and sword Our young men knew no equal By such the wealth of chieftains Is measured on the field But in the day of clearing And treacherous betrayal By the hand of our own kinsmen The bailiffs writ was sealed. Chorus The grass (?) on Glasgow Green Our bairns and wives are lying The children of the Dark Loch Like beggars (?) Sallatines (?) and Tartan From foul disease is dying To kindness from the stranger In the blackened hour of need. And one by one we scratched our names, On tae the rock of Glasgow’s pride John Feelin (?) man, take up your fight And scow the ballant (?) of Red Clyde
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