On the night that
Maxton died
I fell over
The Clyde was full of old tyres
The wind nearly pulled my
Breeches off
And Ann Kelly
She kissed my mouth
Fellow hoodlums and
Engineers
The Union's south
And we're all here
I'm going up Buchanan Street
With a box of fireworks
And two bottles of
Tizer
On the last train from St. Enochs
I saw the graveyard
It looked like our old street
People were cheering
All the way from Hampden
With macaroons and
Scarves and rattles
Maxton died
I fell over
The Clyde was full of old tyres
The wind nearly pulled my
Breeches off
And Ann Kelly
She kissed my mouth
Fellow hoodlums and
Engineers
The Union's south
And we're all here
I'm going up Buchanan Street
With a box of fireworks
And two bottles of
Tizer
On the last train from St. Enochs
I saw the graveyard
It looked like our old street
People were cheering
All the way from Hampden
With macaroons and
Scarves and rattles
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