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AmSouthern bound fromAm Glasgow townC, she's shinFing in the sun
AmMy Scotstoun lassieC, on tFhe borAmder run
AmWe're whistling dowAmn the hillsidCes and teariFng up the climbs
AmI'm just a thiever,C steFaling Amtime
AmThree hundred thousAmand on the clCock and plenFty more to go
AmCrash box and leverC, she Fneeds Amthe heel and toe
AmShe's not too cold Amin winter butC she cooks mFe in the heat
AmI'm a six foot drivCer butF you cAman adjust the seat
FSure as the Csunrise, thaGt's what they say Fabout the Albion
FSure as the Csunrise, thaGt's what they say Fabout the Albion
She's Dman Albion, she's anAm Albion