Must be sung (with gusto) to the tune of Delilah.
Apologies to Tom Jones, Alex Harvey and music lovers.

On Tuesday night with headtorches alight we go training,
Don't matter if its wind sleet or snow, or if it's raining,
We'll head for Dumyat
Every night it's the same, we just do it again, Dumyat.

Chorus
But why, why, why Dumyat?
Why, why, why Dumyat?
Oh before we contour on to Colsnaur
Its lets do Dumyat lets do Dumyat once more

There's Whitewisp, Tarmangie, The Whangie all of them locals,
There's Dumgoyne and Stuc A'Chroin and more much more in the Ochils
But Still it's Dumyat
It's a fatal attraction when OHR are in action, Dumyat

Chorus
But why, why, why Dumyat?
Why, why, why Dumyat?
Oh before we contour on to Colsnaur
It's lets do Dumyat lets do Dumyat once more

I'm gonna have to do something, take up bungee jumping or darts
If that's not enough think I'll go join Bob Worth in foreign parts
I've already seen the shrink
His diagnosis, "It's acute Gallacherosis I think"

Chorus
But why, why, why Dumyat?
Why, why, why Dumyat?
Oh before we contour on to Colsnaur
It's lets do Dumyat lets do Dumyat once more

Frank Kelly. 1992

Footnote. This was written in 1992 not long after the club started and I suppose looking back we didn't have a lot of imagination. Most Tuesday nights' training consisted of a jaunt up Dumyat with headtorches. For more recent members, Bob Worth was a founder member who upped sticks and went off around the World running, walking, and skiing for a year or so. I think "Gallacherosis" speaks for itself. The follow up song "Fifty Ways to do Dumyat" (with advance apologies to Paul Simon) never materialised.

Dumyat Song