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Oh where is the Glasgow where I used to stay?
With white wally closes done up wi pipe clay.
Where you knew every neighbour from first door to third
And to keep your door shut was considered absurd.
And where are the weans that once played in the street
Wi a jorrie, a peerie, a gird wi a cleet.
Can they still cadge a hudgie or dreep aff the dyke.
Play hunch cuddy hunch, kick the can, and the like.
And where is the wee shop where I used to buy
A quarter o' taties, a tuppenny pie,
A bag o' broke biscuits, a wee sodie scone,
And the wummin aye asked "Hoos yer maw gettin' oan?"
Where is the tally's that I knew so well?
That wee corner shoppie where they used to sell
Hot peas, a McCallum, ice cream in a poke.
You knew they were tallies the minute they spoke.
And where is the cludgie, that cosy wee cell?
The string frae the cistern - I remember it well.
Where I sat wi' a caun'le and studied the nags,
A win for the Rangers, a defeat for the Jags.
Where is the tramcar that once did a ton
Doon the Great Western Road on the old Yoker run.
The conductress aye knew how to deal wi' the nyaff
"If yer gaun, weel come oan, if yer no, weel git aff".
I think o' the days o' my tenement hame
We've got fancy hooses but they're no just the same.
I'd swap your gizunders, flyovers and jams
For a tuppenny ride on the old Partick trams.
Gone is the Glesga that I used to know,
Big Wullie, wee Shooie, the steamie, the Co.
The shilpit wee bachle, the glaicit big dreep
Yer baw's on the slates and her gas at a peep.
These days werny rosey and money was tight,
The wages hauf finished by Saturday night,
But still we came through it and weathered the ruts,
The reason is simple - OUR PARENTS HAD GUTS.
With white wally closes done up wi pipe clay.
Where you knew every neighbour from first door to third
And to keep your door shut was considered absurd.
And where are the weans that once played in the street
Wi a jorrie, a peerie, a gird wi a cleet.
Can they still cadge a hudgie or dreep aff the dyke.
Play hunch cuddy hunch, kick the can, and the like.
And where is the wee shop where I used to buy
A quarter o' taties, a tuppenny pie,
A bag o' broke biscuits, a wee sodie scone,
And the wummin aye asked "Hoos yer maw gettin' oan?"
Where is the tally's that I knew so well?
That wee corner shoppie where they used to sell
Hot peas, a McCallum, ice cream in a poke.
You knew they were tallies the minute they spoke.
And where is the cludgie, that cosy wee cell?
The string frae the cistern - I remember it well.
Where I sat wi' a caun'le and studied the nags,
A win for the Rangers, a defeat for the Jags.
Where is the tramcar that once did a ton
Doon the Great Western Road on the old Yoker run.
The conductress aye knew how to deal wi' the nyaff
"If yer gaun, weel come oan, if yer no, weel git aff".
I think o' the days o' my tenement hame
We've got fancy hooses but they're no just the same.
I'd swap your gizunders, flyovers and jams
For a tuppenny ride on the old Partick trams.
Gone is the Glesga that I used to know,
Big Wullie, wee Shooie, the steamie, the Co.
The shilpit wee bachle, the glaicit big dreep
Yer baw's on the slates and her gas at a peep.
These days werny rosey and money was tight,
The wages hauf finished by Saturday night,
But still we came through it and weathered the ruts,
The reason is simple - OUR PARENTS HAD GUTS.
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