Nick Keir
Now you're waiting on the London train
And it won't be long before you leave it all behind
There's no pipe band playing Will Ye No Come Back Again
Far down the line, far down the line
You'll drink a last pint up in Leslie's on the way
They say the beer will taste more bitter from today
You'll take a long look at the skyline from the bridge
And watch the morning sun explore the Old Town's ridge
You've heard it all, you've said it all, it's time to go
You'll find a better life in England, sure you know
You had to smile when old friends sadly shook their heads
Come on, it's no the moon I'm going to, you said
It's no for long, you'll make your money and return
But in the morning light you watch the Tweed bridge burn
You dream the South will bring you all the things you lack
And you can scarcely hear the land that calls you back
And when the team in blue run out you'll raise a cheer
You can sing The Flower of Scotland once a year
Though you promised that you'd always keep in touch
But you were never one for letters very much
And will you hang around the pubs of Camden Town
Will you let them call you Jock, the tartan clown
When you're drunk at Hogmanay will you believe
That you still mourn the land you were so keen to leave
And there are thousands, many thousands of your kind
Perth and Stornoway and Kirkwall left behind
When they ask you why you took the long road south
You'll say you had no choice, there's no one left there now
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(as sung by The McCalmans)