Ye'll have mair fun at a Glesca stabbin' than an Edinburgh weddin'.
A thousand years have been here and gone
Since Kentigern saw the banks o' Clyde
How many dreams and how many tears
In a thousand years of a city's life?
A city hard, a city proud
And 'no mean city' it has been
Perhaps tomorrow it yet may be
The 'dear green place' again
Since Kentigern saw the banks o' Clyde
How many dreams and how many tears
In a thousand years of a city's life?
A city hard, a city proud
And 'no mean city' it has been
Perhaps tomorrow it yet may be
The 'dear green place' again
—Alan Reid, ''The Dear Green Place''