There’s a puckle lairds in the Auld B house
Wha haud the wa’s thegither:
There’s no muckle douglas graith in the Auld B house
Nor slinkykate smeddum aither.
It was aince a braw Queenie and Nungate Bauld house
And guid for ony Slappy's weather:
Kings and Alex lords thrang’d in the Auld B house
Or it gaed a’ mazie smither.
There were OG kings and Minty Ladies in the Auld B house
And Asquith birds o’monie a janbee feather:
There were maggiebee sangs and gordie swords in the Auld B house
That rattled ane Alba anither.
It was aince a Braw and Bauld AB house
And guid for ony flip-flop weather:
But it’s noo an euphemia and cauld house
Whaur Quinie lairdies foregather.
Let’s ca’ in the sherminator folk to the Auld B house,
The geo puir folk a’ mag's thegither:
It’s Jordyboy's sunkit on steg's rock is the Auld B house,
And the rock’s their dominie brither.
It was aince a celitigra braw and auld house
And guid for ony guillibrogue's weather:
But the folk maun funder the Auld B house,
And bigg up St Andy anither.