The ballad of Felis Silvestris


Here at Bently Heritage Estate Distillery, we are always reaching back to the roots of Scotland. Not only do we pay homage to Scotland in the way we make spirits, but also in some of the songs we sing in our free time.

This little ditty was written by our very own Alan Thomson, a Tour Associate here at Bently Heritage Estate Distillery. The members in the band include Ryan Quinlan-Distillery Supervisor on the Banjo, Bryce Butko on the Upright Bass, Alan Thomson-Tour Associate on the Guitar and Vocals, and Christopher Bently our Proprietor on the Cajon Drum Box.

So pour yourself a dram, enjoy, and feel free to sing along!
(see below for Lyrics)


The ballad of Felis Silvestris.

I’m Felis Silvestris

Once, King of the Glen

Wild, free existence

Away frae a’men

I’ve been here for years now

10,000 or so

But now I am no’ wanted

And I may have to go.

The farmers aye hate us

Fir pinchin their meat

Hunters despise us

Fir spilin their beat

The Gillies aye chase us

Fir takin a fish

But surely it’s fair game

When you’re wild and Scottish

Chorus

We’re two score and ten noo

Wi ten years tae go

How did it come tae that

A mass extinction under your nose

Of Scotland’s only wildcat

Aye I’m wild, an I’m hungry, and tak ma wee share

But that wis nae reason tae bring oot the snare.

Oot came the Gillies

Wi rifles an traps

Dugs and bullets

Against harmless cats

So now we’re outnumbered

An spread oot so thin

There’s no enough o’ us

Tae raise oor ain kin

So what can you do

To gie us a chance

A paddock tae breed in

Wi some sustenance

A forest tae dwell in

Where hunters are banned

Let Felis Silvestris

Start a new clan.

Chorus

We’re two score and ten noo

Wi ten years tae go

How did it come tae that

A mass extinction under your nose

Of Scotland’s only wildcat

Aye I’m wild, an I’m hungry, an tak ma wee share

But that wis nae reason tae bring oot the snare.

Let’s stop persecution

Gie wildcats a chance

Return them to nature

Under new circumstance

Use money an brains

Tae dae something clever

Or Felis Silvestris

May vanish forever.

Chorus

We’re two score and ten noo

Wi ten years tae go

How did it come tae that

A mass extinction under your nose

Of Scotland’s only wildcat

Aye I’m wild, an I’m hungry, an tak ma wee share

But that wis nae reason tae bring oot the snare.

No that wis nae reason to bring oot the snare.

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