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On the west coast of Harris an old crofter stands
Reflecting on
times when he once farmed the land
Scraping a
living frae crotal and wool
The warp and
the weft and the three legged stool
But the bottom
dropped out o’ the market one day
Down in the
city both sons earn their pay
And what of the
future a nightmare or dream
The rough with
the smooth, the crowdie and cream
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There once was a village full of story and song
Which provided
a living, where people belonged
But in came
improvers for profit the planned
Get rid o’ the
people, put sheep on their land
As Sutherland
emptied the death ships were filled
The roofs fell
in and the soil wasnae tilled
And what of the
future a nightmare or dream
The rough with
the smooth, the crowdie and cream
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When boats filled the harbours and herrin’ swam free
They gutted the
fish on many’s a quay
Frae Newlyn tae Lerwick and
waters beyond
They followed the darlin’
tae earn a pound
But storm clouds gathered
with no land in sight
The quotas, the tie-ups, the
fisherman’s plight
And what of the
future a nightmare or dream
The rough with
the smooth, the crowdie and cream
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Frae the mills in the Borders tae the rigs in the North
The ships frae
the Clyde and the fish frae the Forth
They’ve all had
their time but time aye moves on
What dae ye dae
when yer livin’ is gone
The sun may set
but again it will rise
Tomorrow’s the
question and tomorrow’s the prize
Aye look tae
the future hang onto your dream
You’ll always
be livin’ on crowdie and cream
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