Should our buddy be forgotten
When time's paling the mind?
Should our buddy be forgotten
When Fate treated him so unkind?

Those good old days, my pal dear,
Those good old days
Loch and Castle awesome near
Delighted were we by that exotic taste.

In the dorm you sipped your ale
Beholding seabirds flock in Muirhead sky
Having relish for teasing our tale
Ne'er pondered life would away from you fly

This melancholy day, my pal dear,
The melancholy day
For your demise we shed our anguish tears
'Cos your banter you will ne'er say

Beggar buddies stop your wails
For my doom day I whined not
Some day you'll all follow the same trails
Face solitarily the unknown lot