Hey now boys there’s something not right
Did anyone see Willy at the dance last night
Let’s pick up Boa without a fuss
Chuck him in with the camans at the back of the bus
'cause we’re running late it’s way past ten
We’re driving through the straths and glens
Come on, Johnny Bulla, make it fast
For the twelve noon throw-up and the clash of the ash
Well we’d better make changes now it seems
Geek to the centre
Weed to the wing
The Rocket’s old and slow and due to retire
Stick him right on the sawdust ready to fire
And if we do all that and there’s no one spare
Tell me who’s gonna mark the Kinlochshiel Bear
He’s hard as nails, quick as a flash
He comes down from the caves for the clash of the ash
This story started long ago
With heroes forged and legends told
And for every fighting highland man
Stand by your brother, die for the clan
Well when the whistle blows and the battle’s done
These shinty boys shine like the sun
We don’t play for fame, we don’t play for cash
We just play for the glory and the clash of the ash