Aberdour is heaven
Of that there is no doubt
But Tam the gun was a chum
of Edinburgh
and thereabouts.
Everyday at One o’clock
All below would turn
“Dear me, I say, what was that ?”
then, recognition comes
“Oh, it’s just tam, the locals say
Firing that big bloody gun”
Who’ll replace him at Mons Meg
The light, the charge,
The powder keg
Who’ll will mark that lonely hour
Now tam has gone
To Aberdour.
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