The Shamrock and the Whistle lyrics

Come all ye true-born Glasgow boys

And listen to my song

I'm going to speak of Hogmanay

It won't detain you long

I've made this little tune for you

I've laid it on my whistle

And I think the name I'll give to it

Is The Shamrock and The Thistle

Well aboard the Royal Ulsterman

We had a dram or twa

When daylight broke, we all awoke

And saw the Broomielaw

The journey o'er, we went ashore

Our friends all raised a cheer

And soon the word was going 'round:

The Irishmen are here

We were not rash, we wore no sash

We sang no party lay

But we had come to join the fun

A real Scotch Hogmanay

We marched up to Argyle Street

Bought whiskey, sours and rum

And the songs we sang, were Sweet Strabane

And Britain Here We Come

A welcome rare, we soon got there

It was a glorious fair

Little Thompson cried, "Get that inside

I see you're needing fare."

So when we'd had a clay to that

And feeling in good trim

Bill said "come on, I'm for the Crom,"

So we went along with him

Now many's the hoolie we've been at

When at home, across the see

And at new year, with stout and beer

We go upon the sweet

And the Scotts the don't just make whoopie

And drink with mum and dad

For on the 31st of December, boys

The all go raving mad

Forgive me friends for being rude

I'm not, you will agree

The Irish too, are a crazy crew

Just look at Bob and me

For a Scotsman seeing the New Year in

Is a sight for gods and men

And it take an Irish paddy, boys

To be equal to him then

For the Scotsmen have their thistle, and

The Welshmen have their leek

The English have, their rose, me boys

And lots of flaming sheep

The Irish have the shamrock, and

They hold it very dear

But you'll find it with the thistle, men