From Blood on the Streets: A-Z of Glasgow Crime by Robert Jeffrey (Edinburgh: Black & White Publishing, 2009), page 17:

"While researching the life of Walter Norval for a biography Glasgow's Godfather (Edinburgh: Black & White Publishing, 2003), of this infamous gangster, the old villain surprised me by giving me a rendition of a song called 'The Barlinnie Hotel'. Walter Norval does not know who wrote it or when, but the words are as clear in his head as when he first heard them many years ago."

BARLINNIE HOTEL

In Glasgow's fair city there's flashy hotels.
They give board and lodgings to all the big swells;
But the greatest of all now is still in full swing:
Five beautiful mansions controlled by the king.

There's bars on the window and bells on the door,
Dirty big guard beds attached to the floor.
I know 'cause I've been there, and sure I can tell:
There's no place on earth like Barlinnie Hotel.

I was driven from the sheriff and driven by bus,
Drove through the streets with a terrible fuss,
Drove through the streets like a gangster at state,
And they never slowed up till they got to the gate.

As we entered reception they asked me my name,
And asked my address and the reason I came.
As I answered these questions, a screw rang the bell.
It was time for my bath in Barlinnie Hotel.

After my bath, I was dressed like a doll.
The screw said: "Quick march, right into E-Hall."
As I entered my flowery*, I looked round in vain,
To think that three years here I had to remain.

For breakfast next morning I asked for an egg.
The screw must have thought I was pulling his leg;
For when I recovered, he let out a yell:
"Jailbirds don't lay eggs in the Barlinnie Hotel."

The day came for me when I had to depart.
I was sick as a dog, with joy in my heart;
For the comfort was good and the service was swell,
But I'll never return to Barlinnie Hotel.

[* flowery dell = cell]