It was 10 years ago today,
After the Monklands Walk, they say.
Some locals set up a Committee.
They had similar likes,
To go out for hikes,
And get out and see somewhere pretty.

So they sat down and talked,
And then set off and walked,
This small and select group of amblers.
Douglas, Moira and Frank,
Are some we should thank.
For forming the first Monklands Ramblers.

They thought they would like
To go further to hike,
So they decided to go off in cars.
And that’s the Ramblers we love,
With a change to the above,
Now we go in a bus and end up in bars.

So since it all begun,
for 10 years on the run,
We’ve had trips, barbeques and been on a ferry.
We’ve been high walks and low,
From the Lakes to Glencoe,
And run up a Munro to please Gerry.

We’re all very friendly,
If not terribly trendy,
As we head off encased in our gear.
Fiona ahead in her Parka,
And Jim as Back Marker,
We follow with nothing to fear.

Old Bob gives a wink,
As he flirts over his drink,
As he treats us all to a wee dram.
His red cheeks aglow,
His white hair on show,
He’ll tell how to castrate a lamb.

But one thing sticks out,
Like Schiehallion, no doubt,
We’re a good bunch, not villains or gamblers.
We all stick together,
No matter the weather,
That’s us, that’s Monklands Ramblers.