Spider works by firelight, damaged web repaired Cut by my own steely knife, random cuts and tears A perfect web he will complete, he will lie in wait For his victim to cross the line, find out oh so late, oh yeah Aberdeen, on eastern coastline, by rivers Don and Dee Witness battles lost and won, through the centuries Not your scholars, or quarried stone, not your fishing fleet Not three castles on ridges high Can a secret keep At Aberdeen, I am the spider, high up on the hill Oh you Comyns, you won't escape me, my brothers you have k**ed Garrison will meet their fate when we speak Bon Accord So at war for independence, what can we afford, oh yeah Said the spider, now do not cross me, don't cut my web away If you do, I'll make it stronger, rebuild it everyday, oh yeah