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