Leave the land behind, laddie, you've better days to find The companies have the money and they'll soon teach you the skills Green fields far away, laddie, the forties and the brae Be a mudman or a roustabout, you'll soon learn how to drill
But who will tend the sheep when I'm far o'er the deep? On the Neptune or the Seaquest when the snow comes to the hill
Leave the fishing trade, laddie, there's money to be made The hand-line and the Shetland yawl are from a bygone day Come to Aberdeen, laddie; sights you've never seen! Be a welder on the pipeline or a fitter at Nigg Bay
But when the job is o'er and my boat rots on the shore How will I feed my family when the companies move away?
There's harbours to be built, lads, rigs to tow and tilt To rest upon the ocean bed, like pylons in the sea Pipelines to be laid and a hundred different trades That will pay a decent living wage to the likes of you and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
