OCHONE BLUES
(After Highland Lament by The Corries)
 
I've just come doon frae Aberdeen
Ochone ochone ochrie
The oil's run oot, the jobs are gane
There's nothin' there for me
So noo I'm here in Edinbra
Ochone ochone ochrie
A toon o' opportunity
For willing lads like me
 
There's plenty o’ jobs for bankers
Ochone ochone ochrie
But I didna’ gan' tae private school
So there's nae way in for me
Then I thocht o’ bein’ a lawyer
Ochone ochone ochrie
But I want tae keep my honest name
So that’s no ma cup o’ tea
 
Drivin’ a tram would suit me fine
Ochone ochone ochrie
But these trams dinna go where the folk want tae go
They’re just there for civic vanity
Or I could perform in the Festival
Ochone ochone ochrie
But I'm no’ much guid at talkin' shite
And my music’s got harmony
 
Then I thocht I’d found the perfect job
Ochone ochone ochrie
Only temporary, but it pays bliddy well
A Scottish MEP!
And if Indyref2 went doon the pan
Ochone ochone ochrie
The three o’ us, me Nic and Eck
Could start plannin’ for Indyref3
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But noo this plan’s been ruined
Ochone ochone ochrie
Eck’s telling jokes at the Festival
Wi’ gross vulgarity  
He wrote “The Dream Shall Never Die”
Ochone ochone ochrie
But if his smutty mind embarrasses Nic
It’ll no live long in me

And [A]things are getting’ [E]even [A]worse
Ochone ochone och-[D]rie
He’s [A]hostin’ a feckin’ [E]chat show
On [A]Russian [E]T [A]V
This [D]prophet of inde-[A]pendence
Och-[D]one ochone och-[E]rie
Is [D]takin’ Putin’s [A]shilling
Is [E]that no’ hypocri-[A]sy?