|In the land of the Scot, where
they drink a lot, on the East Coast up there yonder
There's an aerodrome that once we called home and it goes by the name of
There came one day a gang of Apps, wearing diag serge and distorted caps.
To be taught to work on planes perhaps.
But the best bit of all was the breakfast baps.
Well that's what I remember
Twas a strict regime
till we learned to scheme and how to avoid the duties.
And some would crawl to the wailing wall to eye up the nice WREN cuties.
On runs ashore in Arbroath town we'd eat fish suppers and try and drown
our sorrows and woes with lager and brown,
in the Neuk by the name of Tutties
Join the Rover Crew was the thing to do and get away
from the station.
So we packed a bag and we sang 'The Flag' on the way to our destination.
On the mountains high we all would go, and when we got there it was ice
And Gobi's hat away did blow. Much to his consternation.
Those what can't swim was to get fell in, and one of
them was missing.
So a pipe was made to get him on parade and the Reg Chief, he was fizzing.
"The backward swimmers bus has gone, and where the hell were you lad?"
"Oh Chief. I know and it grieves me so but I can't even swim forward."
A Commander came who we thought insane, 'cause he gave
us Exped Training.
Up with the sun on Assault Course Run. Be it snow or hail or raining.
Spent time in the bothy at Loch Lee. Mountain Rescuing those who ski. We
nicked his fags when asked to tea.
Now look who's complaining.
We were given guns to repel the Huns and practised
fights and battle.
And the local farms were up in arms 'cause we terrorised the cattle.
A thunder flash was once acquired, in water dropped to a brick when wired.
Didn't break the ice but the tank expired.
How's that for bickering prattle.
I remember we saw out at Dickmontlaw, the trees like an
They're still there though and remind me so, and I think of you all with
There's bootnecks now as the resident mob
The changes there would make you sob
The fare to town's now thirteen bob!
I know this 'cause I got the job
of driving the bleeding bus
(Hardly anyone gets on - they all go by fast black)