Oh Ailsa Craig, yon bonnie lass
atop South Ayrshire’s mercury seas
from Girvan beach I raise a glass
to your steadfast, honest, timeless beauty.
Oh Ailsa Craig, from shingled shore
your siren song wondrously alights
my gaze, forever longing, oh
to endlessly adore this silvered sight.
Oh Ailsa Craig, my rock, my love,
my one to treasure in times of strife,
to seek when days are stormy, mauve
and damp has seeped its rot through this life.
Oh Ailsa Craig, yon bonnie lass
veiled by an ashen, dreich-drawn curtain.
I need you now, if ever I asked
or never again, to be certain.
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