Ansel? arms embrace the shore
Driven through the iron ore
Steeped in history and lore
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Cormorants and razorbills
Gannets diving after krill
Oyster catchers on the wing
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Come to the town in the morning light
Handsome cliffs to the left and right
Hoddling hame in the dead of night
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Rock pools standing high and dry
Neglecting me and sun and sky
Listening for the seagull cry
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Mussel banks at low tide ebb
Seaweed spread like a spider's web
Stoads? walk too like a drunken neb
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Come to the town in the morning light
Handsome cliffs to the left and right
Hoddling hame in the dead of night
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Monsters stranded on the beach
We start the shines in cockles deep
An air o' grief at the harbour reach
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Huddling roond the driftwood fire
Ghostly tales from a brilliant liar
Wishing we would never tire
Of a day at the back o' the Aisler
Come to the town in the morning light
Handsome cliffs to the left and right
Hoddling hame in the dead of night
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Ruts in the tracks frae the ancient keels
Dance lines skipping behind those heels
The Aislers knew a place for creel
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Evening sun tae warm ya back
Skipping stones that the high sites lack
Dead man's tide 'cause your elbows crack
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Come to the town in the morning light
Handsome cliffs to the left and right
Hoddling hame in the dead of night
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Taste the ozone in our lung
Shivering cold from too much sun
Grandma's kale will keep us warm
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Forty years have come and gone
Since I was a boy and the days were long
The magic still goes on and on
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Come to the town in the morning light
Handsome cliffs to the left and right
Hoddling hame in the dead of night
A day at the back o' the Aisler
Come to the town in the morning light
Handsome cliffs to the left and right
Hoddling hame in the dead of night
A day at the back o' the Aisler