In the second city of the Empire
Mother Glasgow nurses aw her weans
Trying hard to feed her little starlings
Unconsciously she clips their little wings

Mother Glasgow’s succour is.. perpetual
Nestling the Billy and the Tim
I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo
To try to catch a fish that couldnae swim

Among the silent bells and flightless birdies
Father Glasgow knows his starlings well
He won’t make his own way up to heaven
By waltzing all his charges in to hell

Mother Glasgow’s succour is perpetual
Nestling the Billy and the Tim
I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo
To try to catch a fish that couldnae swim
And the tree
And the bird
And the fish
And the bell…
Let Glasgow Flourish!