Splish-splash, splish-splash, splish-splash, splish...

Well! Here we are, back at Rothesay Pier;

The day-trippers

The sun is going down and  they’re heading for the ships

Clutching wafer pokey-hats, and a tanner’s worth of chips

And Paw’s away to the saloon-bar to have another beer

As the paddle-steamer Waverley signals the all-clear

The Rothesay folk, with open mouths, sitting on the pier

Watching all those Glesga men, some so full of beer

 

Heading for the boat that was to take them up the Clyde

 

Back to Bonnie Scotland and their own fireside

 

Singing 'Auld Lang Syne' and 'Will ye no' come back again

 

'For goodness sake,' says one old guy, 'They're only going hame