Murray's Song Book
In Aiberdeen city, the townsmen
But the man wha had cam, tae
sport and tae play there,
Then out frae the waves there,
a sight that sore grieved him;
© Bob Murray 2012 (PRS 678028221)
Six weeks ago Donald Trump came
to appear before one of our parliamentary committees. I
morning at Holyrood shouting in protest. For the event I’d
childish little anti-Trump ditty, in the “Ye cannie shove
was immature but fun, and has now been discarded.
What was interesting however was that, every so often, I would slip away from the drumming, whistling, chanting “Green” demonstration, slip past the police’s very thin blue line that separated us, and slip into the generally pro-Trump, often Trump-funded, Barbour-jacketed brigade who were demonstrating against wind farms in general - - and I engaged them in conversation. What I found was that in fact we shared a lot of common ground - - but we didn’t agree about this guy who wants to tell us how to run our country.