Come swing along to a hiking stout On the highway winding west Tramming highland glens and bracken bends To gritty isles we love the best Oh, the wanderlust is on me And tonight I strike the trail And the morning sun will find me In the lovely Loman Vale Then I'll hike it through Glenfalloch Where the mountain breezes blow And I'll drum up in the evening In the valley of Glencoe Then swing along to a hiking stout On the highway winding west Tramming highland glens and bracken bends To gritty isles we love the best Come along, come along Let us hoot it out together Come along, come along Be it fair or stormy weather Where the hills are home before us And the purple o'er the heather Let us sing a happy chorus Come along, come along It's the call of sea and shore It's the tang of ogg and peat And the scent of lyre and myrtle That puts magic in our feet It's on we go rejoicing Over bracken, over stile And soon we will be tramping out The last long mile Come along, come along Let us hoot it out together Come along, come along Be it fair or stormy weather Where the hills are home before us And the purple o'er the heather Let us sing a happy chorus Come along, come along Step the galley on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm and arm and row and row All for Mary's wedding Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty pit to fill her keel Plenty bonnie bells as weal That's the toast for Mary Step the galley on we go Heel for heel and toe for toe Arm and arm and row and row All for Mary's wedding Come swing along to a hiking song On the highway winding west Tramping highland glens And cracking bends to greet the isles We love the best