nine years down the road and i remember it still standing on the corner back in govanhill nine days out from home feeling no pain that northern city sun breaking through the rain that warmthless sun barely shining on me and you and a bottle of buckie me and you and a bottle of buckie nine years come and gone since i left you at home and this restless soul of mine had me starting to roam but the first time i stood by the banks of the clyde i was so glad to have you standing back by my side so proud of what we were doing oh me and you and a bottle of buckie me and you and a bottle of buckie well i knew by the dew in your starry eyes it was a day we both had studied for all of our lives whether bold missionaries or a children s crusade no fear pioneers we were on our way and there never were nothing that could get in our way then the neds with their knuckles and their burberry scarves they said how d you jersey boys ever make it this far but you jumped in between and said listen my son you don t know nothing about where we re from you don t know nothing about why it s now me and you and a bottle of buckie me and you and a bottle of buckie me and you and a bottle of buckie me and you and a bottle of buckie three times i went back in my wandering ways last time it was july during marching days when someone said to run from that bitter parade well i knew what you would do and i decided to stay and i knew no one ever got the better of me and you