Bring Deeps to the water the Scorradale Road
And if there’s a mither we’ll carry her home
Orphir and Crya go down to the sea
They’re cleaving the Grey House for you and for me
But what do they see?
Faux Caro Sculpture is split down the knave
The Plinth is a moron Swanbister’s ashamed
And will be again
They’re spiking the ground with the flags that they made
The wind thinks it funny so blows them away
To the Hall of Clestrain
He thinks of a mountain she gives it a name
But neither is better so they start again
But higher this time
Ersatz the Sculpture that fits in the ground
Plinth has decided to hammer him down
Hammer it out
When they call me I just don’t hear the sound
Of Hoy and Graemsay around
Houghton has the Sower Road to know
That I must go
To the Quoy where the Bouy will drown the sound of me
To Auskerry
Orphir had authored the Tourist demise
Plinth and the Sculpture had paid him the tithe
And Crya is happy the mountain is high
Higher than Hoy.