By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun rarely shines on oor walkers.
And farmer Bob and the rest of us, will always meet again
When we’re oot, the team of Monklands Ramblers.

Now we’ll tak the high road, and even the low road,
And every other challenge o’ the hike.
When yer blisters gie ye ‘Jip’ and the rain seeps in yer ‘Zip’
And we still try tae ‘keep up’ wi young Mike.

Now others fail to understand, why we wish to do the walk,
But when yer walking thro the heather, its a chance to have a talk,
The taste of sodden sandwiches, and tea that always cauld,
And battling wi the bushes, when yer meeting ‘natures call’.

But when the walk is over, and you head for Millars bus,
You change from yer wet clothes,‘Oh lord what a fuss’
Then at the end of the day, it’s a small price to pay,
For a great day oot wi the Monklands Ramblers.