Nine years down the road and I remember it still Standing on the corner back in Govanhill Nine days out from home, feeling no pain That northern city sun breaking through the rain That warmthless sun barely shining on Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
Nine years come and gone since I left you at home And this restless soul of mine had me starting to roam But the first time I stood by the banks of the Clyde I was so glad to have you standing back by my side I was so proud of what we were doing Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
Well, I knew by the dew in your starry eyes It was the day we both had studied for for all of our lives Whether bold missionaries, or a Children's Crusade No fear, pioneers, we were on our way And there never were nothin' that could get in our way
Then the Neds, with their knuckles and their Burberry scarves They said, "How'd ye Jersey boys ever make it this far?" But you jumped in between and said, "Listen, my son—" You said, "You don't know nothin' 'bout where we're from, And you don't know nothin' 'bout why it's now Me and you and a bottle of Buckie"
Three times I've been back in my wandering ways Last time it was July during Marching Days When someone said to run from that bitter parade But I knew what you would do and I decided to stay And I knew no one ever got the better of me and you