The Corries - The Shamrock and the Thistle lyrics

Come all ye true-born Glasgow boys And listen to my song I'm going to speak of Hogmanay It won't detain you long I've made this little tune for you I've laid it on my whistle And I think the name I'll give to it Is The Shamrock and The Thistle Well aboard the Royal Ulsterman We had a dram or twa When daylight broke, we all awoke And saw the Broomielaw The journey o'er, we went ashore Our friends all raised a cheer And soon the word was going 'round: The Irishmen are here We were not rash, we wore no sash We sang no party lay But we had come to join the fun A real Scotch Hogmanay We marched up to Argyle Street Bought whiskey, sours and rum And the songs we sang were Sweet Strabane And Britain Here We Come A welcome rare we soon got there It was a glorious fair Little Thompson cried, "Get that inside I see you're needing fare" So when we'd had a clay to that And feeling in good trim Bill said "come on, I'm for the Crom" So we went along with him Now many's the hoolie we've been at When at home across the sea And at new year, with stout and beer We go upon the sweet And the Scotts the don't just make whoopie And drink with mum and dad For on the 31st of December, boys The all go raving mad Forgive me friends for being rude I'm not, you will agree The Irish too are a crazy crew Just look at Bob and me For a Scotsman seeing the New Year in Is a sight for gods and men And it take an Irish paddy, boys To be equal to him then For the Scotsmen have their thistle, and The Welshmen have their leek The English have their rose, me boys And lots of flaming sheep The Irish have the shamrock, and They hold it very dear But you'll find it with the thistle, men In Glasgow on New Year