To its own tune
There’s cauld kale in Aberdeen
And colleges o’ learning
In Berners Street has often been
A class o’ rare discerning
To Attic wit they ha’ pretence
To humour that gies nae offence
To social joy and solid sense
Ilk art of entertaining.
There’s cauld kale, some may think fine
And some a glass o’ claret
Some prefer the whiskey shine
And to a friend will spare it
But gin ye wish a mental treat
Wi’ gleefu’ mirth, that gars ye greet
Then hie awa’ to Berners Street
For there you’ll surely share it.