Nine years down the road and I remember it still 

Standing on the corner back in Govanhill 

Nine days out from home, feeling no pain 

That northern city sun breaking through the rain 

That warmthless sun barely shining on 

Me and you and a bottle of Buckie 

Nine years come and gone since I left you at home 

And this restless soul of mine had me starting to roam 

But the first time I stood by the banks of the clyde 

I was so glad to have you standing back by my side 

I was so proud of what we were doing 

Me and you and a bottle of Buckie 

Well, I knew by the dew in your starry eyes 

It was the day we both had studied for for all of our lives 

Whether bold missionaries, or a children's crusade 

No fear, pioneers, we were on our way 

And there never were nothin' that could get in our way 

Then the neds, with their knuckles and their burberry scarves 

They said "How'd ye Jersey boys ever make it this far?" 

But you jumped in between and said, "Listen, my son" 

You said "You don't know nothin' 'bout where we're from, 

And you don't know nothin' 'bout why it's now 

Me and you and a bottle of Buckie" 

Three times I've been back in my wandering ways 

Last time it was July during marching days 

When someone said to run from that bitter parade 

But I knew what you would do and I decided to stay 

And I knew no one ever got the better of me and you