Splsh-splash, splish-splash, splish-splash, splish...

The Waverley, before going on to its berth in Glasgow, ties up at Govan Pier to let the passengers who lived on the south side of the river disembark. Off they came. Singing like linties, weans greeting, Daddies stinking, and Mammies shouting:

   ‘Come on, come on, we’ll soon be hame.’

   ‘Have ye any fags?’ Hughie says to Bill.

   ‘Naw I’m sorry,’ says Bill, as they walk up

   Govan Road

   ‘Och! It’s awright. I’ll tap the boy when he

   comes hame the night,’ says Hughie.

   ‘Did ye see yon wee dreep Wilson, wi’ yon

   big hard blonde, Sheila?’

   ‘Naw, I was too busy keeping my eye on

   my ain wee scunner, Sheila says.’

Four big lassies, ‘cleekin’ airms’ and giggling, dancing on ahead and singing,

 

‘Show me the way to go home

I’m tired and I want to go to bed

I had a little drink about an hour ago

And its gone right to my head.’

 

The wee drunk shouting:

‘Wait for me Maggie. I cannae effin' run.’

 

I hope you enjoyed going with the flow

On the good ship Waverley, with your Captain, Joe.