Well I mine the times gone by
In Aberdeen and Huntly too
When we sang the bothy ballads
Ca'd the mill and drove the ploo
But noo the lass o Fyvie
Struts a'roon in platform soles
And in Turra supermarket
You can buy chop suey rolls
There's a fermer in Drumdelgie
And you've heard o him afore
The one that wore the Nicky tams
Back in the days o yore
But noo his men are oot o work and still his fortune
grows, for instead o growin rows o neeps it's rows o bungalows
Well the way things are progressing
Really makes me want to cry
For noo we sing no oil rigs instead o Rigs o'Rye
At bothy nights oor music was the finest in the land
a but noo its Culter psychedelic ploomans bothy band
Once four recruiting sergeants came 100 years
ago, noo its personnel consultants frae BP and Texaco
And bogeys bonnie Bell ran aff wi
A oil-man cra'd slim
While McGinty's meal an'ale has turned to vol-au-vents and gin
Oh the northern lights are now the neon lights of Aberdeen
And McFarland o the sprots has changed her name to Ficklestean
The wee cott hoose has 30 floors and isna roofed wi thatch
An they havna left us land enough t hay a ploo'n match
O The weel aff loons were once content to drive a coach in pair
But noo they drive Ferrari's and put lacquer on their hair
The Doric tongue is oot o style and Texas drolls are in
But the quines still love the Gordon's only noo its Gordon's gin
Once four-an-twenty virgins they came doon fay
Inverness noo above the age o 17 there arna ony left
They built a drive-in movie in Oldmeldrum so they say
And their laying pipelines ower the barnyards o Delgaty
Since the oil men came the price o things keeps going up each year
Ye have to take a mortgage oot t buy a pint o beer
They say that 40 million barrels can come oot a single well
But the foreigners take all the loot and all we gets the smell
O they say that North Sea oil will give us money in the bank
But the only folk that's getting rich
Are Englishmen and Yanks
They used to say that Scotland didna pay her way
But mention independence and they dinna want to play
I curse the day they ever found that oil in the
sea, their building a refinery at the back o Bennachie
But in 40 years the oil wells will all run dry
And they'll all go home and leave us unemployed and broke for by

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