A sliver of silver

in a late aefterneen licht

comin’ back fae Aberdeen’s bustlin’ Centre:

anythin’ far fae a’richt.


Am I a man first,

or am I a Star?

London’s far gone

though it’s nae gaun far…


but it’s aye nice to see

the silvery Dee

flaw to a braw evenin’ glaw

roon to the richt


wi’ a salver’s flash bricht


that’ll aye mak me sorry tae g’wa’.