The Glasgow one wasn't quite on the quay and was nowhere near as posh as that song describes it.

I still regret not buying one of the weirdest objects I have ever seen at that. It was a very ugly elaborately moulded Victorian vase holding about a pint. Maybe intended to hold flowers on a grave? Made of a dull metal in a distinctively sinister shade of dirty grey, obviously not zinc, lead, cast iron, aluminium or magnesium. The seller said it was antimony and I'd guess he was right. Would have been a star attraction on a mantelpiece full of creepy stuff