We met in Scotland: to her I say
Greetings on St Andrew’s Day!
She’s sort of Scottish by consent
You draw her back (p’raps she was lent)
A man of patches stepped north too
And loved her, took her back from you.
Ah, Scotland, ah – and did those feet
So GORGEOUS walk the Glaswegian street?
And did those eyes in Sauchiehall gleam
Blazing blue, a Hibernian dream…?
Well, tough, I’ve got her, way down south
I hold her sweetness, kiss her mouth
But all the same, Hibernia thanks
To town and glen, lochs, braes and banks!