I’m an Evening Telegraph reader and thought I’d write a little ode to Dundee.
I feel the city doesn’t always gets the recognition it deserves:
Dundee, it is bonnie, of that there is no doubt; its jute ‘n’ jam ‘n’ journalism gave it lots o’ clout.
The Ferry was the richest place on the planet fir a while; but fir God’s sake dinnae remind them, or their hades will start to swell!
But when the barons decided to build their jute mills in Bengal; a lot o’ Dundee workers went to work there, warts an’ all.
Now dinnae get me wrang, it wis the wimmen did a’ the work; and the men were “kettle bilers”, shh – they dinnae like to bring that up!
And then you’ve got Oor Wullie in his famous dungarees; sitting on his bucket, while Paw Broon drinks his tea.
DC Thomson publishers, worth a billion and a half! No bad fir a wee city, eh? We’re certainly no daft.
Then there’s the Discovery, built by Dundee men; Scott sailed her to Antarctica and he sailed her back again.
Eh, there’s definitely loads o’ history steeped aroond Dundee; you really hae to visit us and stye and hae yir tea.
Then we’ve got the V&A, a sight to see indeed; it’s hanging oor the River Tay, looks beautiful to me.
The Waterfront is pretty cool, you’ll love it when you come; sadly, climate change has warmed us up, but it means we get the sun!
Now we did hae a disaster, a sad day on the Tay; but that was many years ago, when a train was on its way.
It was a very stormy night, the Beaufort read eleven; the train and girders all went down and the passengers to heaven.
A sad day that we can’t forget, the poor souls that were lost; you can see their names upon a plaque, as you walk the riverfront.
We’ve ither museums tae you know, like McManus Galleries; the Verdant Works anither ain, you hiv to come and see.
There’s even a big swimming pool, wi’ slides fir a’ the kids; and you’ll get a warm welcome fae the locals, they’re the best.
So, to the world, we welcome you to visit our fine city; our hearts are warm and welcoming, our scenery so pretty!