I've been wi' 
a few o' cronies, 
One or two 
pals o' my mine; 
We went in a hotel, 
and we did very well, 
And then we came 
out once again; 
Then we went into anither, 
And that is 
the reason I'm fu'; 
We had six deoch-an-doruses, 
then sang a chorus, 
Just listen, 
I'll sing it to you: 

Chorus 
I belong to Glasgow, 
Dear old Glasgow town; 
But what's the matter 
wi' Glasgow, 
For it's goin' 
roun' and roun'! 
I'm only a common 
old working chap, 
As anyone here can see, 
But when I get a couple 
o' drinks on a saturday, 
Glasgow belongs to me! 

There's nothing in 
keeping your money, 
And saving a shilling or two; 
If you've nothing to spend, 
then you've nothing to lend, 
Why that's all the better for you! 
There no harm in taking a drappie, 
It ends all your trouble and strife; 
It gives ye the feeling 
that when you get home, 
You don't give a hang for the wife! 

Chorus