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Chorus
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low Up my plastic breeks it flows
Through the gloar we’ve tramped for hours Get me Back to Sconser
I’m yomping o’er Raasay Moor On our wee geology tour Devil’s toenails by the score Get me Back to Sconser
Is this a path or a river bed?
I’m soakin’ now frae toe tae head Wish I wis still in my bed
Get me Back to Sconser
Intae the trees a broch tae spy Drookit now like heelan’ kae Up the hill – I’m gonnae die Get me Back to Sconser
At the battery – a symbol stane Now we’re chilled right tae the bane Where the hell’s the souterrain? Get me Back to Sconser
To the pier through wind and rain
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