Leave the land behind, laddie, you've better days to find a 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 (guitaretab.com)
