An Ode to Drumochter

Oh Drumochter high high in the hills

Through your wild passage I must go

Despite the wild weather, snow and wind

And the temperature well below

Oh Drumochter high high in the hills

You strike fear in travellers on the A9

When weather is bad you toy with us all

You decide who passes each time

Oh Drumochter high high in the hills

Where armies marched in times long gone

Now all is left but one soldier’s head

Up on high carved out of stone

Oh Drumochter high high in the hills

Be kind to me and let me get by

Let me past all your snow, ice and wind

Let me home to my bed to lie