Fan I wiz jist a toddlin bairn
This oil toon wisnae big
It wiz a toon o' fisher fowk
And mills for paper, cloth and wid.
We'd ging tae fittie pier and spy
The boats awa tae sea
Wir heids wiz full o' magic
Ma brither Dave and me.
And off tae the Bay o' Nigg tae join
Kid's crabbin' wi' their da's
Cove wiz a million miles awa
And the Glens were blocked wi' sna's
We gid tae Banchory ae fine year
And bade in a caravan
A forthicht's holidays we hid
Man the summers then were grand!
Noo Aiberdeen's an oil rich toon
We've Aussies, Yanks and Frogs
Wi' their funny ways o' spikkin
Man, this toon's jist gaun the the dogs!
Banchory lies jist ower the back
Cove's nae that far awa
Ah hivnae bin tae the the Nigg for years ...
But the Glen's still blocked wi sna'!
A Native's Lament
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Fan I wiz jist a toddlin bairn
This oil toon wisnae big
It wiz a toon o' fisher fowk
And mills for paper, cloth and wid.
We'd ging tae fittie pier and spy
The boats awa tae sea
Wir heids wiz full o' magic
Ma brither Dave and me.
And off tae the Bay o' Nigg tae join
Kid's crabbin' wi' their da's
Cove wiz a million miles awa
And the Glens were blocked wi' sna's
We gid tae Banchory ae fine year
And bade in a caravan
A forthicht's holidays we hid
Man the summers then were grand!
Noo Aiberdeen's an oil rich toon
We've Aussies, Yanks and Frogs
Wi' their funny ways o' spikkin
Man, this toon's jist gaun the the dogs!
Banchory lies jist ower the back
Cove's nae that far awa
Ah hivnae bin tae the the Nigg for years ...
But the Glen's still blocked wi sna'!
Copyright Me 2010
A wee poem written in the Doric tongue