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