This was an old WWII soldier's song. My aunt used to sing these words:

WHEN I LEAVE OLD GLASGOW BEHIND

I'm leaving old Glasgow behind me.
I'm sayin' ta ta, cheerio,
All my young friends I say never,
But Churchill he says I must go.
I'm sailin' away doon the water.
I'm sailin' far over the sea,
But I'll leave you something for auld lang syne,
When I leave old Glasgow behind.

I'll leave you, Kelvingrove Park to the winchers,
Sauchihall Street tae the clicks.
Tae a' the old boozers, I'll leave George's Square.
Tae a' the old flymen, the nick.
Tae the coolies I'll leave Paddy's Market,
The Barra's as well, I don't mind;
But I'll leave you something for auld lang syne,
When I leave old Glasgow behind.

I'll leave you Celtic Park to the Celtic,
But the Rangers in Ibrox do dwell.
I'll leave you a bookie tae lift in yer lines.
I'll leave a noon Record as well.
I'll leave you a pub at each corner,
For all your young friends to get blind,
But I'll leave you something for auld lang syne,
When I leave old Glasgow behind.