Sighthill Bowling Club

In Ancient Edina’s environs

On Sighthill’s uplands free,

There stands a bit green, ‘tis the finest you’ve seen,

And Oh! But it’s dear to me.

‘Twas conceived in a grand inspiration,

Achieved by endeavour and toil.

‘Tis a goal that is won, ‘tis a job well done;

And the fairest on Scotia’s soil.

So here’s to old Sighthill, Queen of the greens;

Here’s to the game we play there.

Friendships renewed in rivalries keen

As we pass happy hours away there.

Here’s to our club where as cronies we meet,

And sit at our ease in clover

For a smoke and a crack o’er a glass of good ale,

And a song when the game is over.

Now Dunedin has aye been exalted

For valiant deed renowned,

And the will and the skill of the men of Sighthill

Will for aye to their fame redound.

So we sing you a song in their honour,

A song of those grand volunteers

Who worked with a zest, who gave of their best

Those gallant pioneers.

So here’s to old Sighthill, Queen of the greens;

Here’s to the game we play there.

Friendships renewed in rivalries keen

As we pass happy hours away there.

Here’s to the lads who worked with a will

With ambition and high endeavour;

And we’ll sing of them still in old Sighthill

And their fame will endure for ever.