John MacLean March Lyrics

Hey, mac, did ye see him as he cam doun by Gorgie Awa owre the Lammerlaw an north o the Tay? Yon man is comin an the hail toun is turnin out We're aa shair he'll win back tae Glesca the day The jiners an hauders-on are merchin fae Clydebank Come on nou an hear him he'll be owre thrang tae bide Turn out Jock an Jimmie, leave yer cranes an yer muckle gantries Great John Maclean's comin hame tae the Clyde Argyll St and London Road's the route that we're merchin The lauds frae the Broomielaw are here, tae a man! Hey Neil, whaur's yer hauderums, ye big Heilan teuchtar Get yer pipes, mate, an merch at the heid o the clan Hullo, Pat Malone, shair A knew ye'd be here, so, The red an the green, laud, we'll wear side by side Gorbals is his the day an Glesca belangs tae him Nou great John Maclean's comin hame tae the Clyde Forward tae Glesca Green we'll merch in guid order Will grips his banner weill, that boy isnae blate! Aye, weill, man, thair's Johnnie nou, that's him thair the bonnie fechter Lenin's his feir, laud, and Liebknecht's his mate Tak tent whan he's speakin for thae'll mind whit he said here In Glesca, our city, an the hail warl besides Och man the scarlet's bonnie, here's tae ye Heilan Shonie Great John Maclean's comin hame tae the Clyde Aye weill, whan it's feenisht A'll awa back tae Springburn Come hame tae yer tea, John, we'll sune hae ye fed It's hard wark the speakin, och, A'm shair he'll be tired the nicht A'll sleep on the flair, mac, an gie John the bed The hail city's quiet nou, it kens that he's restin At hame wi's Glesca freens, thair fame an thair pride The red will be worn, ma lauds, an Scotlan will merch again Nou great John Maclean has come hame tae the Clyde