John Maclean March

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[Verse 1]
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Hey Mac did ye see him as he cam in 
by Gorgie,
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Awa ower the Lammerlaw and north
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 o’ the Tay?
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Yon man is comin’ and the hale toon 
is turnin’ oot,
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We’re aa’ sair he’ll win back tae 
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Glasga the day.

[Verse 2]
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The jiners and hauders-on are 
marchin’ fae Clydebank,
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Come noo an’ hear him, he’ll be 
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ower thrang tae bide.
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Turn oot Jock and Jimmie, leave yer 
cranes an’ yer muckle gantries
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Great John MacLean’s comin’ back
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 tae the Clyde.

[Verse 3]
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Argyle Street and London Road’s the 
route that we’re mairchin’
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The lads frae the Broomielaw are 
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oot tae a man.
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Hey, Neil, whaur’s yer hoderums, ye 
big Hielan teuchter?.
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Get yer pipes, mate, and march at 
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the heid o’the clan!

[Verse 4]
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Hallo Pat Malone, sure I knew ye’d 
be here, son
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The red and the green, my lads, 
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we’ll wear side by side,
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The Gorbals is his the day and 
Glasgae belangs tae him,
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Noo great John MacLean’s comin’ 
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hame tae the Clyde.

[Verse 5]
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It’s forward tae Glasga Green we’ll 
mairch in guid order,
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Will grips his banner weel, that 
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boy isna blate,
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Aye there man, that’s Johnny noo, 
that’s him, aye, the bonnie fechter
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Lenin’s his fere, Mac, and 
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Leibnecht’s his mate.

[Verse 6]
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Tak tent when he’s speakin’ for 
they’ll mind whit wis said here
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In Glasgae our city and the hale 
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world besides.
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Tha’s richt, lads, the scarlet’s 
bonnie, here’s tae ye Hielan’ 
Shonie!
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Oor John MacLean has come hame 
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to the Clyde.

[Verse 7]
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An weel when it’s ower, I’ll awa 
hame tae Springburn,
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Come hame tae yer tea noo, John, 
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we’ll soon hae ye fed!
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It’s hard wark the speakin’, an I’m 
sair ye’ll be tired the nicht,
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I’ll sleep on the flair, Mac, and 
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gie John the bed.

[Verse 8]
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The hale city’s quiet noo, It kens 
that he’s restin’
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Hame wi’ his Glasga freens, the 
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fame and their pride.
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The red will be worn, my lads, and 
Scotland will rise again,
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Noo great John MacLean has come 
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hame tae the Clyde.