GLASGOW DAN by Gordon Menzies of Gaberlunzie

His name was Glasgow Dan he was the old melodeon man
He sang his songs of peace and justice all across the land
He sang both rich and bold with a voice of liquid gold
Bringing happiness and teardrops to the eyes of the young and old.

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Glasgow Dan the Music man singing songs
And making music of his country

He was born in Glasgow town with the shipyards all around
He gained his education from the gutter and the ground
He listened and and he cried with the music of the the Clyde
Of the caulkers and the platers and the turning of the tide
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He was seventeen years old when he first took to the road
With a battered old melodeon and the sunlight for his load,
For forty years or more he tramped from shore to shore
Singing songs and making music of the country and its lore.
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He wandered up and down singing songs from town to town
At markets and in fairgrounds and places of renown
And all he ever seeked to is a bed and a bite to eat
And craic beside the ingle and a dram before he'd sleep
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He missed the mighty Boer and or the Kaiser's bloody war
Though in 39 they drafted him from his native shore
When next he saw the Clyde there was shrapnel in his side
And his songs were filled with sadness for the countless men who died
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His name was Glasgow Dan he was the old melodeon man
But his heart was surely broken by the cruelty of man
But with winter’s cloak around he just lay there on the ground
Since he died his old melodeon has not made another sound
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