(Cruth-tire is Scots Gaelic for 'Landscape')

Take it from me, the things you can see

The wonders your eyes will behold

Mother Nature did good in this neighbourhood

It’s a landscape of riches untold

 

The lochs and the glens, the Munros and Bens

They are stunning you can’t disagree

Rivers Clyde and the Tay and the Forth and the Spey

The Findhorn, the Don and the Dee

 

All kinds of rocks, have been turned into brochs

Into castles and bothies and cairns

If I had a say I would choose Skara Brea

As a great place to show your wee bairns

 

From clear waters great booze, great meat from the coos

That both share the rich fertile fields

So too the deer, with venison premiere

And the sheep produce great woollen yields

 

The fishing’s fantastic, there’s salmon (Atlantic)

Grayling and pike and big charr

I’ve so little doubt there’s superior trout

That I’ll not tell you quite where they are

 

We think thistles divine and we like the scots pine

The heather is gorgeous in flower

There’s gorse on the ground. Scottish bluebells around

It’s what young haggis prefer to devour

 

We have eagles and kites and owls through the night

Ptarmigan.  The grouse are widespread

If you don’t fancy that, there’s a breed of wild cat

And lots of our squirrels are red

 

Both at midnight and noon it’s like Brigadoon

The landscape is magic caressed

Every plant, every hill is possessed of good will

And the nice beasty that lives in Loch Ness

 

I could tell you more, but I’d just make you snore

But believe me that’s far from it all

If you’re still full of doubt come quick, don’t lose out

‘Cause we might rebuild Hadrian’s Wall