Aye, the whammy bar was in my pocket
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
I'm having a fag on the back of the bus
And I'm homeward bound from a Carloway sesh
There's Bodachs and Cailleachs all over the place
And they're looking at me like I'm a disgrace
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, Oh Hioraidh Earaibh
The bus, it stopped for one of my mates
It was Domhnall Glen, he was cutting the peats
He said to me, "Are you having a drink?
You'd better have it behind the seat"
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Heorna Mhòr
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Heorna Mhòr
We hit the brakes, we felt the bump
And then the driver, he jumped out
I said to Domhnall, "Well, what do you think?"
He said "Well an dhiol, we've hit a sheep"
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
We were fine, we'd had our beer
The Bodachs and Cailleachs were turning queer
We should have been back for half-past eight
We got chucked off in Assay Place
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Hioraidh Earaibh
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Heorna Mhòr
Oh Heorna Mhòr, oh Heorna Mhòr
Oh Hioraidh Earaibh