Leave the land behind, laddie, better days to find The companies have the money and they'll soon teach you the skills Green fields far away, lads, the forties and the brae Be a madman or a roustabout, they'll soon teach you to drill But who will tend me sheep when I'm far o'er the deep? On the Neptune or the Seaquest when the snow comes to the hill Leave the fishing trade, lads, there's money to be made The hard life and the Shetlands are all but bygone day Come to Aberdeen, lads, sights you've never seen Be a welder on the pipeline or a fitter at McVeigh But when the job is o'er and your boat rots on the shore How will you feed your family when the companies go away? There's harbors to be built, lads, rigs to tow and tilt To rest upon the ocean bed like pylons in the sea Pipelines to be laid and a hundred different trades That'll pay a decent living wage to the likes of you and me I know you're men of worth, you're the best that's in the north Not men of greed, but men who need the work that's come your way From Fluttock to Kishore a new industry is born Old Peterhead and Comarty will never be the same I know you're men of worth, you're the best that's in the north Not men of greed, but men who need the work that's come your way