Oh, where is the Glasgow where I used to stay?
With white wally closes done up with pipe clay
Where you knew every neighbour from first floor to third
And to keep the door shut was considered absurd
Where are the weans that once played in the street
With a jorrie, a peerie, a gird with a cleet?
Can they still cadge a hudgie or dreep aff the dike
Play hunch cuddy bunch, kick the can, and the like?
And where is the wee shop where I used to buy
A quarter of tatties, a tuppenny pie
A bag of broken biscuits, a wee sodie scone
And the wummin aye asked "hoo's yer ma getting oan?"
Where is the Tally's that 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 moment they spoke
And where is the cludgie, that cosy wee cell?
The string fae 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 Dumbarton Road on the ole Yoker run?
The conductress aye knew how to deal wi' the nyaff
'If yer gaun, well come oan; if yer no, weel git aff!
I think of the days of my tenement hame
We've got fancy hooses, but they're no just the same
I'll swap your gizunders, flyovers and jams
For a tuppenny ride on the old Partick trams
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!
Home 
Brilliant wg. Cheers........... 
