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13/6/2010 at 8:27pm
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The road to Mallaig is the A830 and it was not always as wide and as pleasant as it is now.
The 830 Lyrics by Ian McCalman
'A classic song about Scotland’s most scenic and most dangerous road, glad to say now much improved, but fond memories linger.'
He was driving up to Mallaig Glenfinnan by Lochshiel Heading for Lochailort content behind the wheel The road was getting narrower the sign said slow It’s the Highland daily dodgems it’s the 830
There is a natural assumption that A roads are wide Enough to take a car and one the other side Tourist information will never ever tell It’s like driving through heaven on the road made for hell
For it’s a single track you can’t turn back the stories are all the same Of tourists leaving Corpach and never seen again Don’t go on the 830
There’s a joke in the Highlands it’s called a passing place Where French stay for chips and Italians stay for days When lorries lose control you’ve one last wish Don’t let me die under twenty tons of fish
For it’s a single track you can’t turn back a nightmare without end It’s eyes ahead for Nigel Mansell’s waiting round the bend Don’t go on the 830
Whoever called this road a road is telling little lies The 830’s a sheep track in very thin disguise Italian caravanettes driving on the right Meeting Wallace Arnold coaches in the middle of the night
Of the man who’s stopping progress a theory’s gone around That he owns the biggest breaker’s yard this side of Mallaig town You can see him in the gloaming towing wrecks from where they lie And he turns them into girders for the bridge across to Skye
For it’s a single track he’s in Mallaig and now he feels no pain He’s dumped his car he’s in the bar he’s steaming back by train on a single track you can’t turn back the morals very plain It’s grand to visit Mallaig but it’s safer by McBrayne’s Don’t go on the 830
------------- Lobey.
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