On the banks of he Clyde stood a lad and
his lassie
The lad's name was Georgie the lassies
was Jane
She threw her arms around him and cried
do not leave me
But Georgie was going to fight for his
queen
She gave him a lock of her bright auburn
cresses
She kissed him and pressed him once more
to her heart
Till her eyes spoke the love which his
lips could not utter
The last words were spoken they kissed
and they part
Over the burning plains of Egypt under
a scorching sun
When he thought on the stories he had
for to tell to his love when the fight was won
But he treasured with care that dear lock
of hair for his own darling Janie prayed
But her prayers were in vain for she'll
ne'er see again her lad in the Scots Brigade
An ocean divided the lad from his lassie
Georgie was forced far away o'er the foam
His roof was the sky and his bed was the
desert
But his heart with his Janie was always
at home
One morning at dawn on the great day of
battle
Fond Georgie while acting a true hero's
part
When an enemies bullet brought with it
a billet
And buried that dear lock of gold in his
heart
On the banks of the Clyde stood a heart
broken mother
They told her of how the great victory
was won
But the glory of England to her brought
no comfort
Glory to her meant the loss of her son
But Janie is with her to comfort and shield
her
Together they weep and together they pray
And Janie her daughter will be while she
lives
For the sake of a laddie who died far
away