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! 

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