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I was born in the shadow of the Fairfield crane
And the blast of a freighter's horn
Was the very first sound that reached my ears
On the morning I was born.
I lay and I listened to the shipyard sounds
Coming out of the great unknown
And was sung to sleep by the mother tongue
That was to be my own.

But before I grew to one year old
I heard the sirens scream
As a city watched in the blacked-out night
A wandering searchlight beam
And then at last I awoke and rose
To my first day of peace
But I'd learned that the battle to stay alive
Was never going to cease.

Oh, I've sat and I've listened to my father tell
Of the days that he once knew
When you either sweated for a measly wage
Or you joined the parish queue.
As times grew harder day by day
Along the riverside
I ofttimes heard my mother say
It was tears that made the Clyde

Now, I've sat in the school frae nine till four
I've dreamed of the world outside
Where the riveter and the plater watch
Their ships slip to the Clyde
I've served my time behind shipyard gates
And I sometimes mourned my lot
But if any man tries to mess me about
I'll fight like my father fought.

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