Sailing up the Clyde
T&M: Will Fyffe
Now I've been away for a long long time across the rolling sea
My father was a soldier lad so a sailor I would be
Now I've had something taken while away across the foam
But the greatest fear and all the luck is when you're sailing home
Ay when you're sailing up the Clyde, sailing up the Clyde,
Back to Bonnie Scotland where the auld folk bide
There's a lump comes in your throat and a tear ye cannie hide
And ye're rolling back tae Scotland an yir ain fireside.
Now my pals came down to see me off on the day I sailed away
They brought a flask of whisky that was made in USA
I said goodbye good luck old pals, I'll see you in September
I took one drink and then fell down and the next thing I remember ...
I was sailing up the Clyde, sailing up the Clyde,
Back tae Bonnie Scotland where the auld fowk bide
There's a lump comes in your throat and a tear ye cannie hide
When ye're rolling back tae Scotland and yir ain fireside.
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