clash of the ash

Hey now boys theres something not right,
Did anyone see Willy at the dance last night,
Lets pick up Boa without a fuss,
Chuck him in with the camans at the back of the bus,
cause were running late its way past ten,
Were driving through the straths and glens,
Come on, Johnny Bulla, make it fast,
For the twelve noon throw-up and the clash of the ash .
Well wed better make changes now it seems,
Geek to the centre,
**** to the wing,
The Rockets old and slow and due to retire,
Stick him right on the sawdust ready to fire,
And if we do all that and theres no one spare,
Tell me whos gonna mark the Kinlochshiel Bear,
Hes hard as nails, quick as a flash,
He comes down from the caves for the clash of the ash.
This story started long ago,
With heroes forged and legends told,
And for every fighting highland man,
Stand by your brother , die for the clan.
Well when the whistle blows and the battles done,
These shinty boys shine like the sun,
We dont play for fame, we dont play for cash,
We just play for the glory and the clash of the ash.