Old Aberdeen

Oh Mammy this London is a wonderful sight,
People out boozing by day and by night.
They drink lots of barley and eat lots of wheat,
With lots of the locals layed drunk on the street.

Half of them young ones, and the other half old,
Both generations have peddled their gold,
But for what in this big city that I have seen,
I’d rather be back home in my old Aberdeen.

You asked me to describe how the girls dress,
Mammy they look like a scarecrow in distress.
They don’t wear very much up top at all,
Whether they go out to the pub or a ball.

If you seen them mamma, you’d ask them why,
As you wiped a tear from out of your eye.
But for what in this big city that I have seen,
I’d rather be back home in our old Aberdeen.

Beautiful girls walk every street every day,
In my arms sometime somebody will lay.
I will love her and she might love me,
Mamma I’ll bring her to the Don by the sea.

Then we will be together once more,
When we close and open another front door.
Yes, for what in this big city that I have seen,
I’d rather be back home in old Aberdeen.