A Bottle of Buckie

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
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, so proud of what we were doing

Oh, me and you and a bottle of Buckie
Me and you and a bottle of Buckie

Well, I knew by the dew in your starry eyes it was a day we both had studied 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 nothing that could get in our way

Then the neds with their knuckles and their Burberry scarves
They said how'd you Jersey boys ever make it this far?
But you jumped in between and said, listen my son
You don't know nothing about where we're from, you don't know nothing about why it's now

Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
Me and you and a bottle of Buckie
Me and you and a bottle of Buckie

Three times I went back in my wandering ways
Last time it was July during Marching Days
When someone said to run from that bitter parade
Well, I knew what you would do and I decided to stay, and I knew no one ever got the better of me and you