In the second city of the Empire Mother Glasgow watches all her weans Trying hard to feed her little starlings Unconsciously she clips their little wings verse 2 as above Among the flightless birds and sightless starlings Father Glasgow knows his starlings well He wont make his own way up to heaven By waltzing all his charges in to h*** Mother Glasgow's succour is perpetual Nestling the Billy and the Tim I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo To try to catch a fish that couldnae swim And the tree And the fish And the bird And the bell... Let Glasgow Flourish!