Seventeen in Aberdeen

 

It’s damp and grey on the River Spey

And it’s dank and dark there too

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And the sky’s an azure blue

 

How cold it feels in Gallashiels

And it’s blowing quite a hoolie

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

No need to wear a woolly!

 

The fog hangs thick in the town of Wick

And it’s cloudy in Kirkaldy

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

Where you can tan your body

 

It’s lashing down in Lennoxtown

And it’s drizzling in Dundee

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

It’s the hottest place to be

 

The waves are tossin’ in Ardrossan

And in the Firth of Tay

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And it’s a very lovely day

 

There’s a layer of mist in South Uist

It’s below par in Stranraer

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And it’s melting all the tar

 

It’s a trifle dull on the Isle of Mull

And it’s far from dry on Skye

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And nobody knows why

 

There’s wind and sleet on Prince’s Street

And in Stirling it’s cyclonic

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And they’re mixing a gin and tonic

 

There are winter storms in the high Cairngorms

And it’s frosty in Carnoustie

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And it’s just as warm as toastie

 

It’s brass mon-keys around Dum-fries

Snow’s falling in Falkirk

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And they’ve taken the day off work

 

The sun don’t shine in Kinkar-dine (dyne)

Much less in Inverness

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

 

The weather’s poor in Stenhousemuir

And up on Arthur’s Seat

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And they’re dancing in bare feet

 

Few sunny spells on the Campsie Fells

Far, far fewer in For-far

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

So schoen, so wunderbar!

 

It’s extremely cool in Ullapool

And it’s gloomy in Glenrothes

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And they’re taking off their cloth-es

 

They’ve chilblained hands in Prestonpans

And it’s vile up in Argyle

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And the city is one big smile

 

There’s a belt of rain across Dunblane

And an air of trepidation

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And there’s no precipitation

 

The lakes are frozen, south of Oban

They're throwing snowballs in the Gor-bals

But it's seventeen in Aberdeen

Where cricketers are bowling no-balls

 

It’s rough on the Clyde and in East Kilbride

And it’s dire on the Mull of Kintyre

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

What more could they desire?

 

There’s no sign of sun in Livings-ton

And it’s spartan in Dumbarton

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And the celebration’s startin’

 

The floods run deep in Cowdenbeath

Though shallower in Alloa

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

With a warm Hawaiian aloha

 

There’s a small typhoon blowing through Dunoon

There’s a dearth of mirth in Perth

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And you can see it on Google Earth

 

There’s some concern, today in Nairn

There’s a hard gale in Ardgay (pron. “guy”)

But it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

That is all I have to say(pron. “sigh”)

 

Yes, it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

And they’re bursting into song

(Scots accent)Aye, it’s seventeen in Aberdeen

(But it will nay be for long!)