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
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 couldnay swim
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 hell
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 couldnay swim
And the tree And the fish And the bird And the bella¦