Hey, now boys there’s something not right

Did anyone see Willie at the dance last night

Let’s pick up Boa without a fuss

Chuck him in with caimans 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 12 noon throw-up

And the clash of the ash

Well we’d better make change 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

But if we do all that and there’s no-one spare

Tell me who’s gonna mark the Kinlochsheil 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 forges and legends told

And for every fighting highland man

Stand by your brother, die for the clan

But 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