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FLeave the land behind, laddie, you've better days to find FThe companies have the moFney and they'll sDmoon teach you the skG7ills FGreen fields far away, laddie, the forties and the brae Be a muFdman or a rouFstabAmout, you'll soonG learn how toF drill
BuGt who will tend the sheep whenF I'm far o'er the Fdeep? On the NeptFune or the SeaFquest when the snDmow comes to the G7hill Fla la la la lala la la la la laa la la lFa la la lFala Amlaa la laG la la la laaFa
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 me I ken you're men of worth; you're the best that's in the north Not men of greed, but men who need the work that's come your way From Flotta to Kishorn a new industry is born Now Peterhead and Cromarty will never be the same