Sold Down the Clyde

A long, long time ago, Though I can still remember, How the Morton used to make me cry, And I knew one day we'd get a crack, Just to get those beggars back, And we'd be very happy all the while, But November made me snigger, The Saints’ lead got so much bigger, Bad news came on their own ground, When the Saint Mirren boys came down, I tell you friends I never lie, When I laughed so much I nearly cried, 4-1 to the Saintly side, The day the Morton died, And we were singing, Bye bye, you've been sold down the Clyde, Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride, The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride, Singing this will be the day Morton died, This will be the day Morton died, Did you see the papers write. How Morton played s*ite on the night, The Paisley Express told you so, And did you believe Stark should survive, Though he got his P45, We'd rather see him grovel real...............low, Now I know who you want as he’s a draw, We heard you chanting for McGraw, But Ally's just read you the news, It's the Saints he'd rather choose, We're all but laughing here 'cos you are stuck, With a useless squad all out of luck, So the Greenock Scum can get to f*ck, The day the Morton died, And we'll be singing, Bye bye, you've been sold down the Clyde, Hugh Scott and his men have taken you for a ride, The poor old Ton, they have got no more pride, Singing this will be the day M*rt*n died, This will be the day Morton died…