OK, I gave it another listen and here's what I come up with: I was born in Denniston (?), Glasgow A(E?)-1 I made butter in the bowl, jumped the dykes, kicked the can; at dodgie-ball I ducked, at white(?)*** I dived; there was naebody there to tell you that your childhoood was deprived. Oh the Glasgow I belong to, it's the dear green place;] it's the capital of culture, it's a dammed disgrace; it's Kelvinside and Calton [as in Calton weavers], pan loaf, plain breid, It's the Tron, it's the Tramway and the [pause] Sarryheid. For my uni education I went over tae the west' **** to union dances ****** ****** has a magic all its own ************* ............. I began my teaching in the northern housing scheme, a neighborhood unit of the corporation's dream; the plan was well intentioned but to say the least bizarre, twenty thousand drinkers and no a single bar..... I've been on the southside now two decades and a hoff, you can tell the way I'm talking that I've became a toff; this only goes to show how one lives and learns ********** ................ *** city merchants *********** Glasgow on the Clyde; ***************** ************** I belong to Glasgow and I always will .......... You can see that there're great gaps in my hearing comprehension (though no doubt the words will ring loud and clear, once I know what they are). So please, Scabby, if you could corner your friend who sings this song......
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