Song of the Clyde

I sing of a river I'm happy beside

The song that I sing is a song of the Clyde

Of all Scottish rivers it's dearest to me

It flows from Leadhills all the way to the sea

It borders the orchards of Lanark so fair

Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there

But from Glasgow to Greenock, in towns on each side

The hammers ding-dong is the song of the Clyde

Oh the river Clyde, the wonderful Clyde

The name of it thrills me and fills me with pride

And I'm satisfied whate'er may betide

The sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde

Imagine we've left Craigendoran behind

And wind-happy yachts by Kilcreggan we find

At Kirn and Dunoon and Innellan we stay

Then Scotland's Madeira that's Rothesay, they say

Or maybe by Fairlie and Largs we will go

Or over to Millport that thrills people so

Mavbe joumey to Arran it can't be denied

Those scenes all belong to the song of the Clyde

When sun sets on dockland, there's beauty to see

The cry of a seabird is music to me

The blast of a horn loudly echoes, and then

A stillness descends on the water again

Tis' here that the sea-going liners are born

But, unlike the salmon, they seldom return

Can you wonder the Scots o'er the ocean so wide

Should constantly long for the song of the Clyde

There's Paw an' Maw at Glasgow Broomielaw.

Goin' "doon the water" for "The Fair."

There's Bob an' Mary, on the Govan Ferry,

Wishin' jet propulsion could be there.

There's steamers cruisin', and there's "buddies" snoozin',

And there's laddies fishin' frae the pier;

An' Paw's perspirin', very near expirin',

As he rows a boat frae there to here.

With eyes a-flashin', it is voted "smashin",

To be walkin' daily on the prom:

May and Evelyn are in seventh heaven

As thy stroll along with Dick and Tom;

And Dumbarton Rock to ev'ry Jean and Jock,

Extends a welcome that is high and wide: