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Song «I Belong to Glasgow» von Will Fyffe.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1920 (Single)
Label: Regal G 7693
Songwriter William Fyffe
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Genre: Traditionalpop - Varieteepop - Musichall
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I've been wi' a few o' ma cronies One or two pals o' ma ain We went in a hotel, we did very well, And then we came out once again Then we went in another And that is the reason I'm fou. We had six deoch an' dorises, then sang a chorus Just listen I'll sing it to you. I belong to Glasgow, dear old Glasgow town But what's the matter wi' Glasgow For it's going round and round I'm only a common old working chap As anyone here can see But when I've get a couple of drinks on a Saturday Glasgow belongs to me. There's nothing in being teetotal And saving a shilling or two If yer money is spent, there's nothing to lend And that's all the better for you There's nae harm in taking a drappie It ends all your trouble and strife It gives you a feeling that when you get home You don't care a hang for the wife. PATTER (follows 1st time Chorus after 2nd Verse) I might not be able to sing that song, but the subject's good.(hic) The man that takes a drink, he's a man. When you're teetotal, you've got a rotten feeling that everybody's your boss. I am here to-night as the representative of the British working man. And erngoingto tell you, fellow workmen (addressing an imaginary crowd) that in the future we have been too bloomin' slow, but in the past, we will show them what we mean to do. There must be no holding hack (staggers). Our motto now is "Steady, boys, steady." Why should these bloomin' millionaires have all the money? Give It to me. Do you know what I'm going to tell ye? Their money's tainted Tainted! Taint yours, taint mine. It belongs to them, and they're going to bloomin' well keep it. Yet they condemn a poor British working man,because they see him staggering down the road,drunk. Why? What's he going to do? The poor chap's got to get home. What about these people in their bloomin' motor-cars? They go past so quick, you don't know whether they're drunk or sober.It's all wrong I ought to know, because — [Chorus]