On the night, Maxton died I fell over Clyde was full of old tyres The wind nearly pulled my breeches off Ann Kelly, she kissed my mouth Fellow hoodlums and engineers
The Union south, we´re all here I´m going up Buchanan Street With a box of fireworks and two bottles of Tizer The last train from St. Enoch I saw the graveyard, it looked like our old street People were cheering all the way from Hampden With macaroons and scarves and rattles Fellow hoodlums and engineers The Union south, we´re all here I´m going up Buchanan Street With a box of fireworks and two bottles of Tizer Billy´s a butcher now always has been And he picks his teeth with old rusty meat hooks And he sends his beef with the bike boys Monday to Saturday, Patrick to Cowcaddens Fellow hoodlums and engineers The Union south, we´re all here I´m going up Buchanan Street
With a box of fireworks and two bottles of Tizer I´m going up Buchanan Street With a box of fireworks And two bottles of Tizer
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