Myra’s Lament for Lamlash Bay Marc Gunn

There are scallops in the sea, put there for you and me
By the Lord who reigns from heaven above
And the divers catch and sell, but we won’t go to hell
We treat the sea with joy, respect and love

There’s a wild and rolling sea bringing me back home to ye
To yer bed that’s dry and crisp and woman warm
And our lovin’ knows no harm when I hold you in my arms
When the Boys from Lerags Glen come rollin’ home

There are rocks upon the shore. there are sgheirs even more
And the trawlers they are dredging to and fro’
But the diver’s in the gully, for the seabed we don’t sully
Hand pickin’ is the way I chose to go

But today the sea is calm and the boat is full of clams
And swiftly we have cleared KilBrannan Sound
Sacks of scallops stacked up high. All our divers safe and dry
And soon for Lerags Glen, we’re homeward bound

But now a new day’s dawned and time is moving on
Conservation is a game that they all play
And my work they cannot thole and I’m told to sign the dole
No more from Lerags Glen go to the sea