The Song of the Clyde.
May 27 2016
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- 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 hammersP 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
- Chorus
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