Don’t Sell the Cuillins, McLeod
Words by Dave Boulton, music by Jeff Parton
Chorus:
Don’t sell the Cuillins McLeod
They’re your history ancient and proud
Sell all that you hold
Sell your heart/arse sell your soul
But don’t sell the Cuillins McLeod
John McLeod will you listen to reason
McLeod will you listen to me
A man from just South of nowhere very special
Who can’t believe what he just heard on T.V.
Is it true that you’re selling the Cuillins?
The thought turns my stomach to lead
For a man must be blind or be out of his mind
To be doing the things that they said
CHORUS