By the loch so dreary
Where myths are spun
Tales of Nessie
Lurking in the sun
But rumours twist
And oh
How they blend
The truth ain't always where legends end
By the north cold winds
A traveller fell
A seabird bold with a story to tell
Not a beast with scales
But feathers fine
A waddling wanderer
Crossing time
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
So when ye hear those bagpipes scream
And the waters shimmer
A gentle gleam
Think not of fables with eerie flair
But a comical bird without a care
He dives and dips in Loch Ness' chill
Not a monster to hurt
Nor a soul to kill
Just a wanderer from the Southern pole
In a kilt of feathers
Playing his role
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
So when ye hear those bagpipes scream
And the waters shimmer
A gentle gleam
Think not of fables with eerie flair
But a comical bird without a care
He dives and dips in Loch Ness' chill
Not a monster to hurt
Nor a soul to kill
Just a wanderer from the Southern pole
In a kilt of feathers
Playing his role
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
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English
By the loch so dreary
Where myths are spun
Tales of Nessie
Lurking in the sun
But rumours twist
And oh
How they blend
The truth ain't always where legends end
By the north cold winds
A traveller fell
A seabird bold with a story to tell
Not a beast with scales
But feathers fine
A waddling wanderer
Crossing time
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
So when ye hear those bagpipes scream
And the waters shimmer
A gentle gleam
Think not of fables with eerie flair
But a comical bird without a care
He dives and dips in Loch Ness' chill
Not a monster to hurt
Nor a soul to kill
Just a wanderer from the Southern pole
In a kilt of feathers
Playing his role
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
So when ye hear those bagpipes scream
And the waters shimmer
A gentle gleam
Think not of fables with eerie flair
But a comical bird without a care
He dives and dips in Loch Ness' chill
Not a monster to hurt
Nor a soul to kill
Just a wanderer from the Southern pole
In a kilt of feathers
Playing his role
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
Where myths are spun
Tales of Nessie
Lurking in the sun
But rumours twist
And oh
How they blend
The truth ain't always where legends end
By the north cold winds
A traveller fell
A seabird bold with a story to tell
Not a beast with scales
But feathers fine
A waddling wanderer
Crossing time
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
So when ye hear those bagpipes scream
And the waters shimmer
A gentle gleam
Think not of fables with eerie flair
But a comical bird without a care
He dives and dips in Loch Ness' chill
Not a monster to hurt
Nor a soul to kill
Just a wanderer from the Southern pole
In a kilt of feathers
Playing his role
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
So when ye hear those bagpipes scream
And the waters shimmer
A gentle gleam
Think not of fables with eerie flair
But a comical bird without a care
He dives and dips in Loch Ness' chill
Not a monster to hurt
Nor a soul to kill
Just a wanderer from the Southern pole
In a kilt of feathers
Playing his role
Oh
The Penguin of Loch Ness
Breaking through the mist with grace
A figure unknown
In folklore's dress
A black and white ghost
In this lonesome place
Writer: Vito Kukovic
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC