- When the sun has gone down in the dark Western islands
Our work is all done for a while
Then we gather together whatever the weather
And drive to the dancing in Kyle
Now there's Mairi and Duncan and Morag and Calum
And Flora and Kenna and Don
And we're driving from Dornie, Gleneig and Killilan
And laughing as we race along
- The Ruari will sing of the beauties of Islay
And Seumas of Stornaway's Isle,
Then the finest of dancers will show us their Lancers
When we go to the dancing in Kyle
There's the swirl of the kilt and the skirl of the pipes
And Ken Mason's accordion band
And it's oh! for the eightsome and ah! for the jig
And the Dashing White S ergeant is grand.
- Soon the dawn will be showing, the great mountains glowing
And we must drive many a mile
But we'll leave Inverinate and Ardelve and dornie
Next time that there's dancing in Kyle
And we'll arm and we'll swing and we'll heuch and we'll sing
And we'll set to our partners in style
For there's nothing so grand in the whole of the land
As to go to the dancing in Kyle .
