Hey Harry McCullough
   Come sing us a song
   'bout the highlands so misty and green
   Your song about Sally the hills and the rain
   We never will see again
  
   When I was a tiny young highland boy
   In Scotland the green the green
   I played in the hills with my Sally Mary
   Winners and losers we've been
  
   She was riding a pony of silk and white
   And I rode a wooden stick
   We hounded the horses and we followed the birds
   And grew up as you'd say in "Gluck"
  
   I called her Sally my love
   And she said Harry my man
   As we lay at the Mulltire lake
   Entwined in the night forever young
   Until the morning came
  
   And when we grew older
   And the grass no more green
   The lake lost its clear blue shade
   I left her for sailing the mighty Sea
   Ooh Sally our love it did fade
  
   I called her Sally my love
   And she said Harry my man
   As we lay at the Mulltire lake
   Entwined in the night forever young
   Until the morning came