John Maclean March

	  		
Intro 

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

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

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

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

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

Verse 6 
    C 
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 world besides. 
      C 
Tha’s richt, lads, the scarlet’s bonnie, here’s tae ye Hielan’ Shonie! 
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Oor John MacLean has come hame to the Clyde. 

Verse 7 
   C 
An weel when it’s ower, I’ll awa hame tae Springburn, 
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Come hame tae yer tea noo, John, we’ll soon hae ye fed! 
     C 
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 gie John the bed. 

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