Black Black Gold. (Words and music D. Gilfillan)
In days gone bye when you went to sea
And you said goodbye on the Aberdeen Quay
The only harvest you could reap
Was the Silver darlings from the deep
Chorus
through the wind and rain and snow and sleet
comes the greatest harvest from the deep
form the North sea so cruel and cold
comes the treasure called the black black gold
For ten long years at Cruden bay
The oil keeps coming home each day
From a place the call the forties field
From the man made islands made of steel
From the divers in the murky gloom
To those who working with the broom
The riggers the flyers all one team
All part of a well oiled machine
Far from the mainland out of sight
Like an out stretched arm with all its might
For a nation torn with trouble and strife
Like blood from the heart it’s giving life.