By Bob Smith.
| There’s jist nithing ti dee Young eens cry in Aiberdeen Iss wisna muckle o a problem Fin I wis aroon seventeen . There wis cafes bi the dizzen Faar ye cwid sit an chat The famous Holburn Cafe Or maybe the Kit Kat . Syne later on alang Union Grove Ye cwid dander wi ease An cum upon The Rendezvous Better kent as Mama G’s . I learnt the airt o duncin At Garlogie, Echt an Skene Syne twis ti the dunce halls In bonnie Aiberdeen . Wednesdays – Abergeldie Jazz Club Ti listen or jive ti Sandy West Setterday – doon ti “The Beach” Faar Leslie Thorpe wis at his best . There wis ither eens o coorse The Palace, Douglas or the Palais Faar ye cwid fin a bonnie quine Ti snog up some dark alley . There wis Rock n’ Roll an ballads Maybe jazz it wis yer choice Played on the latest record players Made bi Decca or His Master’s Voice |
There wis lots o drainpipe troosers Sweaters wi necks ca’ed crews There wis Tony Curtis haircuts An ticht winkle picker shoes . Ti the open air duncin at Hazleheid Ye wid wanner hand in hand Ti listen ti the music Or waltz ti Bert Duff’s Band . On Sundays ye’d “waak the mat” An see lassies bi the score Maybe ye’d bump inti een Ye’d snogged the nicht afore . There wis hullocks o picter hooses The Majestic an a haill lot mair The Capitol an the Astoria Even hid an organ player . Ye ask’d a lassie ti the picters She wis dolled up ti the nines Ye really felt a cheapskate Gyaan in the one an nines . The faavrit meetin plaicies Fer the young an gallus Wis ootside the “Monkey Hoose” Or near the statue o William Wallace . There wis Eric, Bill, Neil, Ian an me We fairly thocht we war dashin Noo we’re aa ower sixty five An rinnin oot o passion |
©Bob Smith “The Poetry Mannie” 2011
