THE GLORY OF THE CLYDE

(Words and Music by Terry Moore)

The derricks stand majestic, in the skyline
As the silent river flows, eternally
A miracle will slowly rise, below them
The ships, that will sail the seven seas
Neath the western sky, they will rise so high
From the Banks, of River Clyde.

My Father spent a lifetime, in the shipyards
His hands were calloused, from the plates he held
The flash of metal burning, in the darkness
The Caulkers skill, will check each finished weld
From their single-ends, and their But ‘n’ Bens
Came the men, of the River Clyde.

That’s the gl-ory of the Clyde
Every ship, hand-built with pride
As they cheer, from the river-side
She slips, grace-fully, to the open sea
The men stand, with tears, in their eyes
That’s the glo-ry, of the Clyde.

Sail away! (I name this ship).
Sail away! (May God bless her-----all who sail in her).

(Pipes till Finish)