The Heiland House Hunter

Roaming for a homing, the bonnie countryside

Roaming in the gloaming, just a place for me to bide

When the sun has gone to rest, I'll be either east or west

It's bloody lonely roaming in the gloaming

Cold winter was howling o'er me on this mountain

Thick was the mud, caked up to my knees

I was there in response tae an Aunt in the paper

A fine country house shaded gently by trees

Well at length with a haul and some hard work behind me

The remains of a house with a view I could see

It appeared at an angle, its featureless forum

Was leaning towards me at sixty degrees

So here's tae the lawyer I ne'er will forgive him

For sending me up with spruce in the trees

And I hoped that his briefs and his trusts will annul him

His missive and scrolls dangled doon to his knees

Roaming for a homing, the bonnie countryside

Roaming in the gloaming, just a place for me to bide

When the sun has gone to rest, I'll be either east or west.

It's bloody lonely roaming in the gloaming

By yon bonnie banks where they say the money stays

And I heard they took an interest in accounting

But when I asked for an advance, they said no f-ing chance

So I left a wee deposit in their fountain

Then I took the high road, and I took the low road

But I couldnae get them baith in my lorry

So I took this forest track, but they made me put it back

Cause they said it didnae belong to an English Tory

Roaming for a homing, the bonnie countryside

Roaming in the gloaming, just a place for me to bide

When the sun has gone to rest, I'll be either east or west

It's bloody lonely roaming in the gloaming