Uist Tramping Song
Sir H. Roberton


Come along, come along,
Let us foot it out together,
Come along, come along,
Be it fair or stonny weather,
With the hills of home before us
And the purple of the heather,
Let us sing in happy chorus,
Come along, come along.

O gaily sings the lark,
And the sky's all awake 
With the promise of the day,
For the road we gladly take; 
So it's heel and toe and forward,
Bidding farewell to the town, 
For the welcome that awaits us
Ere the sun goes down.

Come along, come along,
Let us foot it out together,
Come along, come along,
Be it fair or stonny weather,
With the hills of home before us
And the purple of the heather,
Let us sing in happy chorus,
Come along, come along.

It's the call of sea and shore,
It's the tang of bog and peat, 
And the scent of brier and myrtle
That puts magic in our feet; 
So it's on we go rejoicing,
Over bracken, over stile, 
And it's soon we will be tramping
Out the last long mile.

Come along, come along,
Let us foot it out together,
Come along, come along,
Be it fair or stonny weather,
With the hills of home before us
And the purple of the heather,
Let us sing in happy chorus,
Come along, come along.

The islands of North and South Uist belong to the chain of island of the Outer Hebrides known collectively as The Long Island. This song by Sir Hugh Roberton gives the true feeling of the Uists. With one hundred and ninety freshwater lochs in South Uist, it is a waIking and fishing paradise.

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