Oh Edinburgh
I'm thinking of you
As I'm in London
Still on the Brue
I feel so dismayed
Walking around this arcade
There is no jobs to do
I'm sick through an'through
I've no money to dine
Yet ma friend has me full
O'the wine
Ma feet are all sore
As I walk all the more
Oh Edinburgh
I'm thinking of you
Well I feel such a clown
Ever so let down
So I give this advice
Don't go to London skint - think twice
As you may land on the Brue
Have nothing to do
You'll be thinking
Of your hometown
Or city too.