(Trad)
The harvest coming on and things bad at home
I then took a notion for Scotland to roam
So I tied up my budget and made for the quay
Where the steamboat was ready to put out to sea
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
The Captain he spoke like a man wi' good sense
Saying, I'll take you to Glasgow and all for sixpence
When I thought of the number that stood on the beach
Sure a sixpence would scarcely be a farthing for each
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
But I took the wrong meaning of what he did say
And in yon halfway house we had passage to pay
He said, Pay down your passage, don't grumble a word
Pay down your passage or walk overboard
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
Early next morning it's Glasgow we saw
We landed at a place they call the Broomielaw
And the first meal I saw for sale in that town
Was fishes called speldings all fried in a creel
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
I then took a notion I would see their shows
Their fine wooden houses all laid out in rows
There were monkeys and moorcocks and many fine things
And lords, dukes and earls and emperors and kings
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
Bonaparte he was there and at me he did stare
And I wondered what brought him from Germany there
And for to shake hands with him I wasn't slack
But a lad wi' a red coat he made me stand back
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
I then took a notion to go to my bed
But the noise in the street it disturbed my head
It was then that I got a most terrible fright
For a lad he kept shouting all hours of the night
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
Early next morning it's up I arose
And at my own leisure I put on my clothes
And now for a while I bid Glasgow good day
With my foldi aye derol aye right foldi-o
(as sung by Kevin Mitchell)