From the teuchter lands that feed the Granite City, my Grandad used to sing it to us when I was really small, my sister and I could could barely understand his weird Eberdonian - nae an a init - he attempted to teach us - lovely bloke who disguised his love of the soft southern life in Perth by bemoaning the lack of true songs and singers that had "back hame", ie a very isolated farm near Ballater. 4 ft of snow was a "good" winter. This is what cheered tham on. Does it make you feel ye can gae eh coos a haun, ken fit?