Song for the Mira Music/Text: Allister MacGillivray Out on the Mira on warm afternoons, Old men go fishing with black line and spoons; And if they catch nothing they never complain, And I wish I was with them again. As boys in the boats call to girls on the shore, Teasing the ones that they dearly adore; And into the evening the courting begins, And I wish I was with them again. Can you imagine ..