Chaidh an t-òran seo a sgrìobhadh sìos le fear Latimer MacAonghais a chuala bodach à Ceann Loch ga aithris, uaireigin ro 1910. Tha an t-òran a' sealltainn dà chànan na sgìre, a' Ghàidhlig is a' Bheurla Ghallda, a' coinneachadh ri chèile ann an seann cainnt nan seann daoine ann an Ceann Loch aig toiseach na 20mh linn. A rèir MhicAonghais, "No doubt many of the words in the poem were, even at the time of composition, becoming obsolete. Few of them now survive."

 

The Follinash

Dohl a' Voomper had a brewing
In Kilmaschenachan Glen
And of foreshot strong and caochan too
A greedy squeep has teken
For Dohl had fund a fallachan
An eileance o' his ain
Had muckle clauts o' sprudan left
To him in Colindrain.

Now Dohl quo' he to Khetch his wife
'Run doon to Penlan Mill
For Peggy Mhor here yesterday
Her doorie she did kill
And fesh saut gleshans frae the chop
And collops off the roun
And, be haingt, we'd hae a follinash
In Kilmaschenchan toon.'

Khetch in her brat a kaeper took
And put her sclaffers on
And doon the hill to Penlan Mill
She spascheringly has gone
But Peggy Mhor her chop did steek
For her peats they were to cast
And in ths shottle of her kist
The rouns were lockit fast.

Anooth a boortrie bush sat Khetch
While tears her boose did wah
Then back to Kilmaschenachan ran
Ill wi' the water brash
And thus she unto Dohl did say
'O goeloch Dohl,' quoth she
'You and your follinash may gang
To Tighinreoch for me.'

Come raise your meesanach every one
And rant this song wi' glee
He that will not in chorus join
A claty bulge is he
Doon on our hunkers let us crooch
And dance Cockuddy roon
While we celebrate the follinash
In Kilmaschenachan toon.