1. Portsoy
(Tune: The Wheel of Fortune)
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When you stand on Portsoy harbour
And you look out to the sea
Sometimes you can see the sunset
Shining pink it glows on me
Our harbour was built in the seventeenth century
But by who it is not known
Lots of creatures like to swim there
Splashing in their ocean home
There's mackerel, crab and sometimes dolphins
Lobsters, seals and jellyfish
If you go for your tea in the Boyne Hotel
They'll serve you a fish in a fancy dish
2. Macduff
(Tune: The Muckin o' Geordie's Byre - Jimmy MacBeath style)
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There was a big tough bunch o hamsters
fa swaggered aboot and behaved like gangsters
They were a scary bunch o bamsters
At the pet shop in Macduff.
They tried to pick on the crocodile
Fa licked his lips wi an evil smile
We'll no be seein them for a while
At the pet shop in Macduff.
There was big fat hairy spider
At fell intil a bottle o cider
Ye never saw onything mair pie-eyed-er
At the pet shop in Macduff.
The spider got sae bleezin drunk he
Tried to get aff wi the monkey
It's a really cool and funky
Pet shop in Macduff.
The animals aa gaithered roun
The dogs and wolves howled oot a tune
The budgie danced wi the big baboon
At the pet shop in Macduff.
The horses their guitars did strum
The bees and skunks began to hum
The gerbils banged on the big bass drum
At the pet shop in Macduff.
(Tune: The Ballad of Johnny Ramensky)
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I was a little starfish on the ocean floor
Noo I'm in a tankie, and I can't get out the door.
Alley ee alley ay, alley oo alley o
Open up your gates of glass and let the starfish go
I was a little starfish on the ocean bed
I strayed into a lobster creel, noo I'm somewhere else instead
My brothers and my sisters, my aunts and uncles too
Are the colours of the rainbow, purple, pink and blue
I fear no living creature as through the sea I waft
Don't you touch my bairnies, cos they're just sma and saft.
If I was a bairnie I'd squeeze through any space
Now I'm old and crusty and I can't get out this place.
3. Whitehills
(Tune: The Bonny Lass o' Fyvie)
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When my grandfaither was a wee, wee lad,
biding whaur the hills are fite,
Hitler and his freends cam' fae bombin' Aiberdeen,
And hit Fitehills in the middle o' the night
Auld Sandy Smart awoke wi' a start
His queets were as yokie as queets could be.
Auld Sandy kent fu' weel whit they meant -
There was trouble brewing at the distillery
'Heave awa' the creels,' comes the fisherman's cry,
'Heave awa' the ploo,' cries the fairmer Oh
Heave awa' the cask that filled Sandy's flask,
And left him floatin' in the harbour Oh
Noo auld Sandy's up and loups on his bike.
Mak's for the warm rosy glow in the sky.
He's got there oot o' puff,wi' a throat that's afa' rough,so he's
Filled his flask fae the Boyndie nearby.
Sic' was his drouth , wi' the flask tae his mooth,
It's slipped ower his throat wi' a michty haup.
He wished he'd noticed quicker , theburn was full o' liquor,
When intae the Boyndie wi' a hiccup he's couped.
Early next day , a fisher in the bay
Saw what he tok for a big stra' bale
He's reeled in his catch..., then gi'ed his pow a scratch ...
It was Sandy blinking like an auld beached whale.
4. Portsoy
(Tune: Dainty Davie)
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Chorus: That's the life of a powder monkey
Should his man o' war be sunk
He'll live to fight another day,
The braw wee powder monkey.
If you can climb a tarry rope,
Quick and nimble to the top.
A jolly sort who'll never mope.
You'll be a powder monkey.
'Action stations!' came the cry
Got to keep your powder dry
Salt box dragged to cannon side
By the powder monkey.
With blood and gore up to the neck
We spread more sand upon the deck.
Though the poor old ship's a wreck
Stands strong the powder monkey.
Admiral Lord Nelson died
A sniper's bullet to his side.
Restored our honour, strength and pride
In the line of duty.
5. Ordiquhill
(Tune: The Barnyards o' Delgatie)
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In the wood by Silver Hillock
We can quad-bike aa the day
Jumpin, bumpin, ower the ramps an
Then gae fleein doon the brae.
Chorus: Past the mill and in by Cornhill
See the coos an lambs at play.
Aa the wye to Ordiquhill
Twas in the bonnie month o' May.
Runnin hame frae school sae fast
To see the horses in the park
Gie them neeps and pails o' watter
Get them in afore it's dark.
Walkin in the wids wi Grandad
Ask aboot the flooers an ferns.
If you're lucky fin some tadpoles
In aboot the Boyndie Burn.
We ging swimming in the summer
Eat some pieces on the bank.
Tak oor tadpoles hame at nicht
An pit them in a braw gless tank.
6. Medley
(Bracoden, Portsoy, Bracoden, Aberchirder, Banff)
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When the weather's fine
A' the loons an quines are
Jumpin in in the summer time
At the back o' Bracoden
(Tune: What shall we do with the drunken sailor?)
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Chorus: Way-o the tide is rising
Early in the morning
What shall we do on a sunny day?
Go to the Cheesy then the Pinty
Stand on the edge and jump right over
Splashin in the pool like seals and dolphins
Jump from the Pier to Highland Island
Swimmin and jumpin till it's tea time
Swimmin and jumpin till it's tea time
Swimmin and jumpin till it's tea
From early in the morning.
(Tune: The Overgate)
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And it's doon the brae, fal the diddle day,
Tumblin' tapsalteerie, aye it's doon the brae.
When the gorse is yellow, we tak' aff tae the braes,
And makin' dens on Tillie Towan fills the simmer days.
Fae the Slippy and the Parpit, the Back Wa' and the Pier
We loup stracht in the harbour, and mak' an a'fa' steer.
When the sna' is on the ground, and it gets early dark,
We a' get toast and chocolate and go sledging doon the park.
(Tune: Grat for Gruel)
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Tillytowan Brae oh Tillytowan Brae
climbin up an rollin doon Tillytowan Brae
Aabody lies to play fitba doon at the herbour lane
We twitch an itch tae get tae the pitch to play anither game
Climbin ower the boaties in the herbour's really fun
Bombin, sweemin in the sea, we'll race until we've won.
(Tune: Spinners Wedding)
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Every year aboot July
It's Gamrie Gala Week
The pewyulls on the hairbour wa'
They gie a big loud shriek!
Huree Hurro ma daddy o
Huree Hurro ma daddy o
Huree Hurro ma daddy o
We're a' gan tae the gala o
We're hopin' fir a richt braw day
So we can play ootside
For if it starts tae rain ava
Inside we'll hae tae bide
The quines put in their photie
Tae be the Herrin' Queen
A wifie an' a mannie
Must choose the bonniest een
The loons a' love the gala games
It's far we test oor skill
'Hunt the Fox' and 'Smash Ae Plate'
It gives us such a thrill
(Tune: The Gadie Rins)
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We ayewis ken it's the Foggie Show, when the Foggie flags are on the go,
And the floodlights dimly start to glow, for the show at Foggieloan
The Foggie Show is wonderful, it's ACE, it's COOL, it's better than school
We've even got a mechanical bull at the Show in Foggieloan.
On Friday night we rush aboot, looking all our entries oot,
In hopes they'll win, wi'oot a doot, a prize at Foggieloan.
There's fruit and flooers and giant neeps. Scones and pancakes, piles o' sweets,
that
Only judges get to eat, at the Show in Foggieloan.
The world record - it was Foggies -
One hundred and fifty eight dancing doggies, and they
Say next year we'll dae't wi' moggies
At the Show in Foggieloan.
(Tune: The Gadie Rins)
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The toon o' Banff by the northern sea
Is a bonnie place for you and me
Tae state the case conclusively
There's loads to do in Banff.
Whenever we have the time to skate,
Ye'll find us by the playground gate,
Doing air walks with our mates,
And heel flips on our boards.
Whenever we have time to surf,
We take our boards to the Moray Firth, and
Ride the waves for all our worth.
There's loads to do in Banff.
Whenever it's a windy day,
You'll catch us on the first fairway, taking aim
At seagulls in the bay.
There's loads to dae in Banff.
7. Fordyce
(Tune: Mist Covered Mountains)
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Chorus: Wheesht, wheesht, stop aa your greetin
Wheesht, wheesht, your fears'll be fleetin.
Lay doon your head and soon you'll be sleepin
An aa will be weel in the morning.
Twa pair o' socks and a hankie
Noo mind your manners ye cheeky wee monkey
You'll get nae barley sugar the day
Have you got your gas mask and plimsolls?
Though there's the black oot, there's maybe mair rations,
Butter and eggs and tatties for mashin
Remember us aa, chin up and keep cheery,
Far, far away though your gaun.
Keep yourself warm, mind your wee brother,
Noo dae as you're tellt, and write tae yer mither
The man's blawn his whistle, and it's time to go
So try to be brave like your daddy.
8. Medley
(Fordyce, Aberchirder, Whitehills, Ordiquhill, Banff)
(Tune: The Rovin Ploughboy)
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Sandy parks where horses go Gigi, Peep and Polo
Dolly, Amber, Topaz, Jock
Fae the stables to and fro
Fordyce School, nice and cool
Atween Portsoy and Cullen-o
Makin Hutties in the wid,bikin tae the village-o
Ridin in the stubbled fields, tree houses, playing at spies o
Near the coast, Grampian, Aberdeenshire's champion
A castle creaks near Fordyce burn Sunny and windy every day
(Tune: Mulnabeenie)
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Rair-o rair-o dear-o dear-o
Roar-a roar-a, dear auld Foggie
The boolin club's the best ye'll see
Richt doon here in dear auld Foggie.
Ae day the circus cam to toon
Wi puppets, snakes and some auld wifie
Fa tied a mannie till a board
And fired at him wi a big sharp knifie.
Gavin's Granda has a van
Green and noisy, auld and roostie.
The gear stick's broke, the windae's smashed
And aa its reek maks Foggie fooshtie.
(Tune: Fisherrow)
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Yellow floo'rs, Black Pots, reid bricks, the auld grey mill
A the colours o the toon are bonny aye in Fitehills
Aye they swept the grain awa afore they started dancin
Aa folk at the Granary crackin an romancing
The fiddler played baith fest an true an set aw feet a tappin.
The Keel Row, th'Orange and Blue, dancing, singing, clappin.
(Tune: Ye Cannae Shove Yer Granny)
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Knock Hill was a volcano long ago,
Dinosaurs roamed round here long ago.
Well they liked to eat each other,
Father, sister, brother.
They liked to eat each other long ago.
The Romans built a camp here long ago
They built it in the rain and frost and snow.
But they thought it was too cold
And they fled young and old
They thought it was too cold long ago.
William Hay built the Hay Memorial Hall
He thought being an architect was a ball.
But they thought he was a failure
So they sent him to Australia
They thought he was a failure long ago.
The distillery got flooded so they say.
And the people talk about it to this day.
They got a wee bit frisky
As they swam around in whisky
And the heads were sore in Cornhill all next day.
(Tune: Turra Mairket)
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Wi' ma heuch, how, lankey doodle, lankey doodle day
Heuch how lankey doodle tow-row-ay
From Bridge of Alvah tae Banff Bridge there's plenty in between
So I've written it doon in this wee sang tae tell ye what I've seen
We've tennis courts and B&Bs and the beach that is our own
The play park wi' the 'Witches Hat', the surf club and our homes
Banff it has a famous ghost 'Green Lady o' Duff Hoose'
She died in eighteen ninety seven after her dog got loose
She wanders in the woods and halls in her dress o' green
She's looked under every log but still nae dogs been seen
Now ye've had a tour o' Banff please don't go away
We're friendly folk who'll share a joke so come back another day
9. King Edward
(Tune: The Overgate [major])
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In autumn in King Edward
When leaves fall off the trees
We sweep them into piles
That come higher than our knees
The weathers wet and windy
So we just stay inside
Sometimes it gets quite stormy
So we all run and hide
Ricky doo dum day, doo dum day
Ricky, ricky, doo dum day
In winter in King Edward
We like this season best of all
We build snowmen, make snow angels and throw a few snowballs
The sheep out in the fields
Are chewing on their neeps
While badgers, mice and hedgehogs
Are curled up fast asleep
In springtime in King Edward
We see the flowers grow
We play out in the sunshine
With all the friends we know
On our bikes and trampolining and pony riding too
New lambs are being born
And the farmer has lots to do
In summer in King Edward
Our holidays are here
And everyone in school
Likes to give a great big cheer
The farmers are all busy cutting down their crops
We have more time to play outside
Because the weathers hot
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