.On the night that
Maxton died
I fell over>The Clyde was full of old Tyres
The wind nearly pulled my
Breeches off
And Ann Kelly
She kissed my mouth
Fellow hoodlums and
Engineers
The Union`s south
And we`re all here
I`m going up Buchanan Street
With a box of fire.
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