Hey, now boys there’s something not rightnDid anyone see Willie at the dance last nightnLet’s pick up Boa without a fussnChuck him in with caimans at the back of the busn‘Cause we’re running late, it’s way past tennWe’re driving through the straths and glensnCome on, Johnny Bulla, make it fastnFor the 12 noon throw-upnAnd the clash of the ashnnWell we’d better make change now it seemsnGeek to the centre, Weed to the wingnThe Rocket’s old and slow and due to retirenStick him right on the sawdust ready to firenBut if we do all that and there’s no-one sparenTell me who’s gonna mark the Kinlochsheil BearnHe’s hard as nails, quick as a flashnHe comes down from the cavesnFor the clash of the ashnnThis story started long agonWith heroes forges and legends toldnAnd for every fighting highland mannStand by your brother, die for the clannBut when the whistle blows and the battle’s donenThese shinty boys shine like the sunnWe don’t play for fame, we don’t play for cashnWe just play for the glorynAnd the clash of the ashnn