Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Scot's Lament

The music hall entertainer Will Fyffe (1885-1947) may not have created the myth of Aberdonians being extremely careful with their money (in other words - mean) but he certainly helped to publicise it. Here is a song which he wrote which does just that.

The Scot's Lament

I'm Scotch and I'm married, two things I can't help,
I'm married - but I have no wife-
For she bolted and left me - but that's nothing new,
It happens sae often in life.
So I journeyed ta London, for that's where she'd gone
With her lover to hide her disgrace.
And though London's a big town I swore I'd not rest
Till I'd searched every street in the place.
And I tramped - how I tramped - weary mile upon mile
Till exhausted and ready ta drop.
I would not give in, so I climbed on a bus,
And took a front seat on the top.
We came to a halt in a brightly lit square
To my joy, there ma lassie I spied,
Looking weary and worn, but thank heaven - alone
From my heart -'Maggie - Maggie' I cried.
She gasped with delight as I rose from ma seat,
But a harrowing thought made me wince,
I couldna get off - for I'd just paid ma fare,
And I've never caught sight of her since!

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