The day-trippers

All aboard the Paddler on a sunny Sunday morn

Maw, Paw, and the 'weans' are sailing 'doon the water'

Excitement mounts as they hear the Steamer's horn

They should've been at Chapel but it doesn't realy matter

Sailing 'doon' the Clyde and past Dumbarton Rock

The little ship is paddling like it's going to beat the clock

Into Rothesay Bay and the pier is coming closer

The tossing of the rope and the tying of the hawser

Running 'doon' the Prom like their arses were on fire

The kids helter-skelter for the nearest patch of sand

Rattling pails and spades as the sun is climbing higher

The building of the sand-castles biggest in the land

Picnic-time soon comes around and sandwiches with spam

Jeelly-pieces treacle-scones and ginger from a bottle

The 'weans' all go away again and paddle in the dam

And Paw takes a 'donner' to the lounge-bar in the Hotel