This is my version, but I suspect it is not complete or necessarily accurate.
If you have more I would be obliged to hear them.

Alan McColl

I'm leaving old Glesca for ever.
I'm saying ta-ta, cheerio
To all my good pals I said never,
But the landlord has said I must go,
Now the town's in a foggy condition,
And that's why I'm willing to shift,
I'm leaving for beautiful London,
And I leave it to you in a gift.

I leave Celtic Park to the Celtic,
The Rangers in Ibrox can dwell,
I leave you a bookie to lift all your lines,
I leave the noon record as well,
I leave you a pub at each corner,
Where all you fine lads can get blind.
And I'll leave you something for auld syne,
When I leave auld Glesca behind.

Now, I tried to get someone to buy it,
I tried my hardest to sell,
A millionaire offered a penny,
If I threw in Paisley as well,
So I'm sailing away doon the watter,
I'm sailing way up the canaul.
I'm sailing for beautiful London,
And waving goodbye to you all.

I leave Kelvingrove Park to the wenchers,
And Sauchiehall Street to the clicks,
The tipsters and spousters can have the jail square,
And all you hard men can have micks,
To the coolies I leave Paddy's Market.
The Barras as well I don't mind,
But I'll leave you something for auld lang syne,
When I leave auld Glesca behind.