You were born a proud Scotsman
In the year of 26
Part of a proud nation
The English liked to kick
Raised amongst the dockers
Rough to your very core
You had to fight for survival
Breaking a few laws
You came and lived in England
A very second best
You raised a large family
In your West Midlands nest
You liked your drop of whiskey
As Scotsmen often do
It made you say and do things
Thank god they were so few
You loved a game of footy
On Saturday afternoon
Watching Aston Villa
Screaming like a loon
You taught me how to read dad
You taught me right from wrong
You taught me how to sing
Those Scottish rebel songs
Now your in the arms of angels
All wrapped in claret and blue
Singing flower of Scotland
And forever I will love you.
