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Thread #1959   Message #3602364
Posted By: GUEST,DTM
17-Feb-14 - 05:21 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Edinburgh songs
Subject: Lyr Add: EDINBURGH TOON (Davie Robertson)
"EDINBURGH TOON" (with reference to previous posts)
Three years down the line and the composer uncovers a copy of the lyrics of the song and passes them on to me.
Thank you, kind sir :-)

My guess is that this song was popular around the late 60's/early 70s period. As far as I know, the clubs mentioned have all gone now.


Edinburgh Toun by Davie Robertson

1        I'm a decent young felly, wi' yin thing on ma min
        Tae find a wee bird, tae gi'e me a guid time
        That's sexy and brainy, braw lookin' and witty
        There's a fat bluidy chance, o' that in this city

ch:        Believe me ye might as well try for the moon
        As try for a wumman in Edinburgh toun

2        Ah yince tried The Place, whaur Edinburgh sends        
        Her left-ower weemin, tae spend their weekends
        But the burds dinnae want me, for I hundnae the looks   
        For the men gaun there, aw ha'e bald heids an' plooks

3        And so I tried Fairlies, at the top o' Leith Walk
        But when Ah got in, Ah wis in for a shock
        For it cost me five bob, tae get in at the door
        But it cost me five quid, tae get onything more

4        At the Casablanca, Ah near went intae stitches
        For the bluidy place looked, like a coven o' witches
        But it didnae much matter, for Ah couldnae get far
        For I dinnae speak posh, and a hudnae a car

5        Ah've been everywhere, from the Union tae The Place
        An' A've left every dance, wi' a scowl on ma face
        For half o' the burds, that A've met have been freaks
        An' the rest were protected, by cast iron breeks

6        Aw the burds that Ah fancied, dinnae want me at a'
        An' the yins that did want me, I got rid o' them a'
        But Ah keep hopin' someday, my star will shine brighter
        And that some burd could fancy, a drunken song writer

7        An' so I appeal, at the end o' ma song
        If onybody's wantin', tae help me along
        If onybody kens, o' a suitable girl
        Just send her tae me, and Ah'll gi'e her a birl