Kamaskera Maypole Waltz

Come oot, come oot, the pole is set,
The ribbons hang like mornin' wet,
Mia taks the red, Lora taks the blue,
We wind them roon till the sky comes through.

Roon and roon the maypole turns,
Where the bonfire breath still burns,
Hauld ma hand and dinnae let go,
Dance until the gloamin's glow.

The fiddle sings a tune sae auld,
It minds the trees when they were bald,
Noo the green comes back wi' a whisper's tongue,
And the land remembers bein' young.

Roon and roon the maypole turns,
Where the bonfire breath still burns,
Hauld ma hand and dinnae let go,
Dance until the gloamin's glow.