Song Of The Clyde

I'll sing of a river I'm happy beside
The song that I sing is a song of the Clyde
Of all Scottish rivers, it dearest to me
It flows from Lent Hills all the way to the sea
It borders the options of Lanark so fair
Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there
And 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, whatae 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 Nairn and Dunoon and at Ellon we stay, then
Scotland's Madeira, that's Rothesay, they say
Or maybe by Fairlie or Largs we will go
Or over to Millport that thrills people so
May we journey to Arran?
It can't be denied
Those scenes all belong to 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, whatae may betide, the
Sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde

There's more and more done that the broom will
Either go and do in the water for the fair

There's Bob and Mary on the Govan Ferry

Wishing jet propulsion could be there

The steamers cruising and there's buddies snoozing
And there's laddies fishing frae the pier
And Posh was spying, very nearly spying

As he rows the boat frae there to here
With eyes a-flashing it is voted smashing
To be walking daily on the calm
And May and Evelyn are in seventh heaven
As they stroll along with Dick and Tom
And Dumbarton Rock to every jinn and jock
Extends a welcome that is high and wide
Seems to know that they are on their
Homeward way to hear 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

The sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde