Henry's Songbook

It was on a Monday mornin', fu' weel I mind the scene
When Granny Fraser flitted frae Aboyne tae Aberdeen
The village folk they a' turned oot tae see her on the road
The horse it couldnae pu' the cairt, ye should have seen the load

There was airmchairs, bath-chairs, rockin' chairs as weel
Cradles, ladles, a pun' o' fish for meal
There was woollen shawls, mothballs, jeely pans and jaurs
An' Grandpa near fell aff the top wi' Granny's chest o' drawers
There was wee pots, teapots, a pair o' wally dugs
Big pots, flooer pots, Granny's cheeny jugs
There was stew-pots, what-nots, ye ken the kind I mean
At Granny Fraser's flittin' frae Aboyne tae Aberdeen

Noo John MacNab the policeman, he cried for volunteers
It was the first time he had ta'en his jaiket aff in years
Tae get the dunkey movin' every man did play his pairt
They jist got hauf-way up the street when a wheel fell aff the cairt

An' there was face-towels, auld bowls litterin' the street
Claes props, alarm clocks a' roon' aboot yer feet
There was golf clubs, washtubs litterin' the lane
An' Grandpa's Ne'erday bottle it was runnin' doon the drain
There was fur coats, porridge oats mixed up wi' the glaur
A big spear, souvenir fae the Zulu war
There was antique tight breeks o' Eighteen-seventeen
At Granny Fraser's flittin' frae Aboyne tae Aberdeen

Noo Geordie Broon the blacksmith, he weighed near twenty stone
He lifted up the cairt hissel' an' put the wheel back on
He got the load securely tied amid the scoffs an' jeers
An' as the lorry left the street he got three rousin' cheers

An' there was old spats, tile hats, some things I couldnae say
Tin trays, auld claes she wouldna throw away
There was floor mats, corn grub mixed up wi' the rest
An' bottles of some nippy stuff my granny liked the best
There was lawn-mowers, plus-fours tied on wi' a rope
An' a big flag some wag tied tae the top
On the tail-board, encored, lookin' like the Queen
Was Granny Fraser flittin' on the road tae Aberdeen

(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)