This is from a very old SYHA newsletter.. Author unknown.
SKYE BIKE SONG
I must go down to the road again, to the stony road of Skye,
And all I ask is a 26" bike and a rut to steer it by,
And a steep hill, and a head wind, with the old bike shaking,
And a puncture by the roadside, with my heart near breaking
I must go down to the road again, for the call of the rattling bike
is a wild call, and a bad call, that startles those that hike.
And all I ask is a down rise, with the whole frame folding,
And a sharp bend on the gravel, with the brakes not holding.
I must go down to the road again, to the swish of the driving rain,
And the howl of the wind against me that makes all pedalling vain,
And all I ask is my yellow cape, be my poor feet soaking,
And a hot stove at the day's end and the wet socks smoking.
I must go down to the road again, to the carefree host'llers way:
To bully for lunch and bully for tea, and bully every day;
And all I ask is a greasy pan from a grinning fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep in a top bunk when a grand day is over.