Banks of the tay

A Crannog stands in Kenmore on its stilted legs, Telling a story of old.
As the sky meets the loch like a mirror of blue,red and gold 
I watch from the banks of the silvery Tay 
The canoes go by in a rhythm of splashes, as the boats float bobbing in the bay.

The amber liquid Scotland's water of life, can make you fairly frisky
When I pass Dewars distillery in Aberfeldy,I drop in for a dram or two
I taste and smell the Beauty of whisky.

Scotland's highlands, have plenty of Munro's.
In which I have seen wildlife a plenty, including stags and doe's.
I pass the Cairngorms, the water falls doon a crooked glen
As I visit culloden moor, you feel the ghosts of  hieland men.

I return to Kenmore, my childhood holiday retreat,
After catching no fish, I think I must call defeat 
As the sky meets the  loch at dusk, the sun shines one final ray
on the banks of the silvery Tay.
'O' the banks of the silvery Tay