I belong to Glasgow

holmeboy
holmeboy Posts: 674
edited December 2009 in The bottom bracket
I Belong to Glasgow
(Will Fyffe)

I've been wi' a couple o' cronies,
One or two pals o' my ain;
We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I'm fu';
We had six deoch-an-doruses, 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 goin' roun' and roun'!
I'm only a common old working chap,
As anyone here can see,
But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!

There's nothing in keeping your money,
And saving a shilling or two;
If you've nothing to spend, then you've nothing to lend,
Why that's all the better for you;
There no harm in taking a drappie,
It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
You don't give a hang for the wife!

I belong to Glasgow, etc.

Anybodie else got a song about thier place of Birth

Comments

  • Anonymous
    Anonymous Posts: 79,667
    No.
  • holmeboy
    holmeboy Posts: 674
    Sad B%£^&rd
  • passout
    passout Posts: 4,425
    There was a young man from Preston who was born in Taunton, moved to Redford then lived in the Lakes......

    Hold on, nothing rhymes with that. Er, no then.
    'Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible' Marcel Proust.
  • holmeboy
    holmeboy Posts: 674
    There was a young(?) poster called passout
    Who's humour was sh*t!
  • hemhem...

    Oh Warrington!
    Is Wonderful!
    Oh Warrington is wonderful!
    It's full of t!ts, f@nny and the Wire!
    Oh Warrington is wonderful!

    Ithankyow
    "In many ways, my story was that of a raging, Christ-like figure who hauled himself off the cross, looked up at the Romans with blood in his eyes and said 'My turn, sock cookers'"

    @gietvangent
  • hopper1
    hopper1 Posts: 4,389
    Not form where I was born, but where I live, now.

    Hev Yew Gotta Loight, Boy?

    I had a gal, a roight nioce gal, down in Wroxham way
    She were whooly nice ter me in the ole school days.
    She would smile all the while, but Daddy dint know all
    What she used ter say ter me behind the garden wall.
    'Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight, boy?'
    Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley,
    But she's my little nicoteen gal.
    Then one day, she went away, I dunt see har no more,
    Till by chance, I see har down along th' Mundesley shore.
    She wuz there, twice as fair, would she now be trew?
    So when she see me passin' by she say 'I'm glad thass yew,
    Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight?'
    Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley,
    But she's my little nicoteen gal.

    Now yew'll see har an' me never more t'part,
    We would wander hand in hand tergether in the dark.
    Then one night I held har tight in th' ole back yard,
    But when I tried to hold har close, she say 'Now hold yew hard!
    Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight?
    Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley,
    But she's my little nicoteen gal.

    By and by we decide on th' weddin' day,
    So we toddle orff ter chatch ter hear the preacher say:
    'Do yew now tearke this vow ter honour all the time?'
    Afore I had th'chance ter stop har, she begin ter pine:
    Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight?
    Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley,
    But she's my little nicoteen gal.

    Now the doctor tell me a Daddy I will be,
    So when I arsk him 'Woss th' score?' he say 'There's only three'
    So, here I go, cheerioo, ter see how she do fare,
    I know what she will say ter me as soon as I git there:
    Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight?
    Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley,
    But she's my little nicoteen gal.

    :wink:
    Start with a budget, finish with a mortgage!
  • pneumatic
    pneumatic Posts: 1,989
    I was born in the so-called "home counties", an oxymoron if ever there was one.

    Nothing homely about it; no sense of identity at all.

    . . . and no songs. Until this evening:

    "I belong to Sevenoaks
    Harpenden for me
    the southern lights of Welwyn
    are where I take a pee
    Stevenage is dismal
    Surbiton is worse
    but whenever I'm lonely
    I am always a homey
    C_unties celebrity, see!"

    howzat?

    leg before wicket, old boy!


    Fast and Bulbous
    Peregrinations
    Eddingtons: 80 (Metric); 60 (Imperial)

  • Anonymous
    Anonymous Posts: 79,667
    There was a young woman from ealing.............. :D
  • corona
    corona Posts: 116
    When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
    My mother said to me
    Come see the Northern Lights my boy
    They' re bright as they can be
    She called them the heavenly dancers
    Merry dancers in the sky
    I'll never forget, that wonderful sight
    They made the heav ens bright

    The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
    Mean home sweet home to me
    The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
    Are what I long to see
    I’ve been a wanderer all of my life
    Any many a sight I've seen
    God speed the day when l' m on my way
    To my home in Aberdeen
  • The Rolling English Road

    Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
    The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road,
    A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
    And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire,
    A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread,
    The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

    I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
    And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
    But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
    To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
    Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
    The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.

    His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
    Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
    The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
    But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
    God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
    The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.

    My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
    Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
    But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
    And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
    For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
    Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.

    Gilbert Keith Chesterton

    Although I was actually born in St Marys in Paddington and its not so much about where I was dragged up its mentioned so thats enough :oops:
  • That Rolling English Road, I think I've taken a couple of those routes...

    An old sea shanty (far too long and not all of it totally PC)

    Ghosts in Deptford

    If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,
    A man might find the night there more stirring than the day,
    Might meet a Russian Tsar there, or see in Spain's despite
    Queen Bess ride down to Deptford to dub Sir Francis knight.

    And loitering here and yonder, and jostling to and fro,
    In every street and alley the sailor-folk would go,
    All colours, creeds, and nations, in fashion old and new,
    If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as like enough they do.

    And there'd be some with pigtails, and some with buckled shoes,
    And smocks and caps like pirates that sailors once did use,
    And high sea-boots and oilskins and tarry dungaree,
    And shoddy suits men sold them when they came fresh from sea.

    And there'd be stout old skippers and mates of mighty hand,
    And Chinks and swarthy Dagoes, and Yankees lean and tanned,
    And many a hairy shellback burned black from Southern skies,
    And brassbound young apprentice with boyhood's eager eyes,

    And by the river reaches all silver to the moon
    You'd hear the shipwrights' hammers beat out a phantom tune,
    The caulkers' ghostly mallets rub-dub their faint tattoo —
    If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very like they do.

    If ghosts should walk in Deptford, and ships return once more
    To every well-known mooring and old familiar shore,
    A sight it were to see there, of all fine sights there be,
    The shadowy ships of Deptford come crowding in from sea.

    Cog, carrack, buss and dromond — pink, pinnace, snake and snow —
    Queer rigs of antique fashion that vanished long ago,
    With tall and towering fo'c'sles and curving carven prows,
    And gilded great poop lanterns, and scrolled and swelling bows.

    The Baltic barque that foundered in last month’s North Sea gales,
    And last year's lost Cape Horner on her sails,
    Black tramp and stately liner should lie there side by side
    Ay, all should berth together upon that silent tide.

    In dock and pond and basin so close the keels should lie
    Their hulls should hide the water, their masts make dark the sky,
    And through their tangled rigging the netted stars should gleam
    Like gold and silver fishes from some celestial stream.

    And all their quivering royals and all their singing spars
    Should send a ghostly music a-shivering to the stars —
    A sound like Norway forests when wintry winds are high,
    Or old dead seamen's shanties from great old days gone by, —

    Till eastward over Limehouse, on river, dock and slum,
    All shot with pearl and crimson the London dawn should come,
    And fast at flash of sunrise, and swift at break of day,
    The shadowy ships of Deptford should melt like mist away.
  • You are my 'Ucknall my only 'Ucknall
    You make me happy when skies are grey
    You'll never notice how much I love you
    Please don't take my 'Ucknall away.
    Tail end Charlie

    The above post may contain traces of sarcasm or/and bullsh*t.
  • Pross
    Pross Posts: 42,198
    There was this crock of s*ite before my time :wink:

    ABERGAVENNY
    (Marty Wilde)
    MARTY WILDE (Philips BF1669, 1968)

    Taking a trip up to Abergavenny
    Hoping the weather is fine
    If you should see a red dog running free
    Well, you know he's mine

    A chase in the hills up to Abergavenny
    I've got to get there and fast
    If you can't go
    Then I promise to show you a photograph

    Ah, passing the time with paradise people
    Paradise people are fine by me
    Sunshine forever, lovely weather
    Don't you wish you could be...

    Taking a trip up to Abergavenny
    Hoping the weather is fine
    If you should see a red dog running free
    Well, you know he's mine

    Ah, passing the time with paradise people
    Paradise people are fine by me
    Sunshine forever, lovely weather
    Don't you wish you could be...

    A chase in the hills up to Abergavenny
    I've got to get there and fast
    If you can't go
    Then I promise to show you a photograph
    A little photograph, a little photograph
    Up to Abergavenny...

    La-la-la-la...
  • I'm from Hertfordshire, the most nondescript of counties. I live in Ilkley now though, and there's quite a famous song about that (on Ilkley Moor Bah'tat). I'm not writing out the lyrics though, as it's not that good.
  • about Sydney..

    I see buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise
    Sydney, nights are warm
    Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn
    And Dad's so bad he lives in the pub, it's an underarms and football club
    flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac,
    And no one goes outback, that's that
  • cee
    cee Posts: 4,553
    can't think of any about where i was born....

    but I lived in Glasgow for a while....

    so i will choose....

    I'm a cat, I'm a cat, I'm a Glesga cat and my name is Sam the Skull
    I've got claws in ma paws like a crocodiles jaws and a heid like a fermers bull.
    I'm no the kind o' cat that sits oan the mat nor the kind that you gie a hug
    I'm the kind o' cat that strangles the rats and even the occasional dug.


    I roam aroon doon in shettlestoon where they a' know me by sight
    "Here's the Skull here's the Skull" you can hear them yell as they vanish into the night.
    The polis station doon oor way has baurs oan the windae sull
    It's no tae keep the prisoners in its tae keep oot Sam the Skull.
    Chorus


    Well one fine day no so long ago when they a' had had their full
    They sent for the R.S.P.C.A. tae come and catch the Skull
    Theres naebody kin get oot while he's roamin aboot chasin' a' the weans up the close,
    peein' oan the stairs scratchin' his erse and sittin there pickin' his nose.
    Chorus


    Well oot came aboot hauf past ten in their wee blue Escort van
    Right roon the back, wan wae a sack and wan wae a mallet in his hand.
    I watched them run roon the back o' the hoose and I casually strolled to the van
    Jumped in the front, I was off, everything had gone to plan.


    Now you'll hear them them say doon Shettlestoon way, "Whatever happened tae Sam the Skull ?"
    He had claws in his paws like a crocodiles jaws and a heid like a fermers bull
    Well you can tell them from me that I'm still runnin' free And never a day is dull
    It might sound absurd but I'm livin wae a burd in a single end in Maryhill.
    Chorus.
    Whenever I see an adult on a bicycle, I believe in the future of the human race.

    H.G. Wells.
  • Slapshot
    Slapshot Posts: 211
    Would some weegie jokes do instead???

    1. A pregnant teenage girl phones her dad at midnight and says:
    'Can you come and get me? I think ma water has broken
    'Okay,' says her dad. 'Where are you ringing from?'
    'From my knickers tae ma feet. '

    2. A Glasgow woman goes to the dentist and settles down in the chair.
    'Comfy?'asks the dentist. 'Govan,' she replies.

    3. What did the Siamese twins from Glasgow call their autobiography...?
    Oor Wullie.


    4. A guy walks into an antiques shop and says: 'How much for the set of antlers?'
    'Two hundred quid,' says the bloke behind the counter.
    'That's affa dear,' says the guy.

    5. Did you hear about the fella who liked eating bricks and cement?
    He's awa' noo.

    6. After announcing he's getting married, a boy tells his pal he'll be wearing the kilt.
    'And what's the tartan?' asks his mate.
    'Oh, she'll be wearing a white dress,'

    7. Ten cows in a field. Which one is closest to Iraq? Coo eight.


    8. Three wee jobbies sitting on the pavement. Which one's a Musketeer?
    The dark tan yin.

    9. A Scotsman in London is having trouble phoning his sister from a telephone box.
    So he calls the operator who asks in a plummy voice:
    'Is there money in the box?' 'Naw, it's just me,' he replies.

    10. While getting ready to go out, a wee wifie says to her husband:
    'Do you think I'm getting a wee bit pigeon chested?'
    And he says: 'Aye, but that's why I love you like a doo.'

    11. What was the name of the first Scottish cowboy?
    Hawkeye The Noo.


    12. What do you call a pigeon that goes to Aviemore for its holidays?
    A skean dhu.

    13. How many Spanish guys does it take to change a lightbulb?
    Just Juan.

    14. A man takes a pair of shoes back to the shop and complains that there is a lace missing.
    'No,' argues the assistant, 'Look at the label - it says Taiwan .'

    15. What's the difference between The Rolling Stones and an Aberdeen sheep farmer?
    The Rolling Stones say: 'Hey you, get off of my cloud.'
    And an Aberdeen sheep farmer says: 'Hey McLeod, get off of ma ewe.'

    16. What do you call an illegitimate Scottish insect?
    A wee fly b*****d.

    17. Did you hear about the BBC Scotland series that features the queue for the toilets at Waverley Station?
    It's called The Aw' Needin' Line.

    18. What about the Scotsman who lost his testicles in a motorcycle accident?
    The surgeon re-attached them with Bostik.

    19 . While being interviewed for a job as a bus driver, a guy is asked:
    'What would you do if you had a rowdy passenger?'
    'I'd put him off at the next stop,' he says.
    'Good. And what would you do if you couldn't get the fare?'
    'I'd take the first two weeks in August,' he replies.

    21. Two negatives make a positive but only in Scotland do two positives make a negative - 'Aye right.'

    22. A Glasgow man - steaming and skint - is walking down Argyle Street. When he spots a guy tinkering with the engine of his car! 'What's up Jimmy?' he asks. 'Piston broke,' he replies. "Aye me n awe"
  • Slapshot, some really daft jokes there :lol:

    But - confession - I've no idea about the ''is there money in the box'' one. Is it an expression I don't know or an accent thing that I'm just not getting?
  • It's an accent thing that you're not getting. Happy to help :D

    23. A guy goes into a bakers, points at an item and asks the girl behind the counter “Is that a doughnut or a meringue?” And she says “No you’re right, it’s a doughnut”
    time flies like an arrow
    fruit flies like a banana
  • It's an accent thing that you're not getting. Happy to help :D

    23. A guy goes into a bakers, points at an item and asks the girl behind the counter “Is that a doughnut or a meringue?” And she says “No you’re right, it’s a doughnut”

    Ok, ok, it was just me being very very slow, money/many. I really don't know why it took me so long! :oops:
  • Slapshot
    Slapshot Posts: 211
    In the same vein......

    Wummin walks into a butchers , the butcher is standing in front of heater.

    The wummin points and says "is that yer ayrshire bacon??"

    butcher says "naw hen jist warmin ma hauns"
  • passout
    passout Posts: 4,425
    holmeboy wrote:
    There was a young(?) poster called passout
    Who's humour was sh*t!

    Probably true but uncalled for
    'Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible' Marcel Proust.