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[Verse 1]
    C
Hey Mac did ye see him as he cam in by Gorgie,
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Awa ower the Lammerlaw and north o’ the Tay?
C
Yon man is comin’ and the hale toon is turnin’ oot,
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We’re aa’ sair he’ll win back tae Glasga the day.

[Verse 2]
    C
The jiners and hauders-on are marchin’ fae Clydebank,
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Come noo an’ hear him, he’ll be ower thrang tae bide.
     C
Turn oot Jock and Jimmie, leave yer cranes an’ yer muckle gantries
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Great John MacLean’s comin’ back tae the Clyde.

[Verse 3]
C
Argyle Street and London Road’s the route that we’re mairchin’
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The lads frae the Broomielaw are oot tae a man.
     C
Hey, Neil, whaur’s yer hoderums, ye big Hielan teuchter?.
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Get yer pipes, mate, and march at the heid o’the clan!

[Verse 4]
      C
Hallo Pat Malone, sure I knew ye’d be here, son
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The red and the green, my lads, we’ll wear side by side,
    C
The Gorbals is his the day and Glasgae belangs tae him,
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Noo great John MacLean’s comin’ hame tae the Clyde.

[Verse 5]
     C
It’s forward tae Glasga Green we’ll mairch in guid order,
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Will grips his banner weel, that boy isna blate,
    C
Aye there man, that’s Johnny noo, that’s him, aye, the bonnie fechter
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Lenin’s his fere, Mac, and Leibnecht’s his mate.

[Verse 6]
    C
Tak tent when he’s speakin’ for they’ll mind whit wis said here
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In Glasgae our city and the hale world besides.
      C
Tha’s richt, lads, the scarlet’s bonnie, here’s tae ye Hielan’ Shonie!
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Oor John MacLean has come hame to the Clyde.

[Verse 7]
   C
An weel when it’s ower, I’ll awa hame tae Springburn,
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Come hame tae yer tea noo, John, we’ll soon hae ye fed!
     C
It’s hard wark the speakin’, an I’m sair ye’ll be tired the nicht,
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I’ll sleep on the flair, Mac, and gie John the bed.

[Verse 8]
    C
The hale city’s quiet noo, It kens that he’s restin’
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Hame wi’ his Glasga freens, the fame and their pride.
    C
The red will be worn, my lads, and Scotland will rise again,
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Noo great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde.