Black Cuillin & Red

She had the gift of gabbro
Strong and black and bold

Her sister’s soul was granite
Each made their lavas flow.

Their hearts were forged of fire,
With layers deep and true,
A tapestry of ages,
In every rock they grew.

While mother set the table
And tended limestone beds,
They moved about all of the plates
And crafted brand new spreads.

Through tectonic tales and fault lines,
and glaciers icy tread,
They weaved Skye isle with skilled hands,
The sisters Black Cuillin and Red.

MOHO Drinking Song

Down beneath the crust so low,

Where the waves of earthquakes go,

Lies a line we all revere,

It's called the grand MOHO.

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

Discovered by a clever mind,

In the depths, it's well-defined,

Seismic waves, they bend and steer,

Right ‘round the MOHO line.

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

Twixt the crust and mantle's embrace,

A boundary we can't replace,

So here's to science, loud and clear,

A cheer to the MOHO’s place.

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

We sing our song of science now,

To honor Earth's internal might,

With friends and laughter, far and near,

A tip to the MOHO tonight.

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!

Oh, ho, it’s the MOHO,

Let’s drink another beer!