Thomas Cleland - Dunalastair 1961 Grouse Shooting Pony Man At 8 AM I left the house With Macintyre to hunt the grouse The pony caught the panniers loaded We were not long in getting roaded. The guests set off to lead the way The road was getting steeper I thought myself that some of them Had wished they booked a sleeper. The hill dyke reached we had a break And was I truly thankful I thought I had my chips Oh Boy My lungs were like a stankfull! The guns spread out a beat to take To all what they could muster But old cock grouse he saw them come We’ll beat it or they’ll blast us. With Flora at the cairn I stood This is my destination At last, I hope, I think and pray To go I’d no inclination. ‘Tis lunch time now and what a blessing The bar is grand and most refreshing The talk is all of hits and misses If they had only known my wishes. Re armed and off we put again Right to the top, Oh what a game Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, and not a word They never hit a blinking bird. I think the winds a bit too strong The birds they seem to fly all wrong Bang Bang that bird he is a stowiser He’s down I think on Claiganous This seasons over I’ve no regrets A happy crowd not even thiseals I’ve made my vows when I was walking I’m dam well sure I’m not going STALKING.