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