Glasgow Song - 57 Bus Matt McGinn or Hamish Imlach
Bob Biggart
I ve been looking for the words of a song from the 60's written buy either
Matt McGinn or Hamish Imlach, at least I pretty sure it was one of them.
It the 47 or maybe 57 Bus, with the starting words,
" It was on the upper deck o 57 Bus bus
I saw big Jimmy swillin wine and kick up a fuss"
can anyone help?
Many thanks if you can
Thanks
Bob Biggart
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M K Rogerson
""Bob Biggart"" <bo...@eggw.freeserve.co.uk> wrote in message
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> Help Folks
>
> I ve been looking for the words of a song from the 60's written buy either
> Matt McGinn or Hamish Imlach, at least I pretty sure it was one of them.
>
> It the 47 or maybe 57 Bus, with the starting words,
>
> " It was on the upper deck o 57 Bus bus
> I saw big Jimmy swillin wine and kick up a fuss"
>
> can anyone help?
>
> Many thanks if you can
>
> Thanks
> Bob Biggart
It was the upper deck o a 37 bus. Used to know it off by heart, may have it
written down somewhere. I'm off to search the archives.
The first verse continued...
The driver stopped the bus right sherp, and belted up ra stairs
?????????????aff the bus if ye gie me ony mair
Martin R
Ally
Ally
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As Ah sat on the upper deck of a 37 bus,
Ah saw big Jimmy swillin' wine an' kickin' up a fuss,
Ra driver stoapped ra bus right sharp an' belted up ra sterr,
'Ye can get tae Hell right aff ma bus if ye gie us ony mair.'
'Oh, Pal, no offence,' big Jimmy said, 'If ye knew what Ah've been through,
Ye widna say such things tae me or blame a man that's fu',
Ah loast a pile oan ra dugs ra night, Ah'll huv ye fur to know,
A' ma wages doon ra stank fur a dug that widnae go.'
The driver said he couldnae gie a monkey's nor gie a tinker's curse.
'Yir swearin' an' yir bawlin' - it's distressin' a' ra bus.
Ah've hid jist aboot enough o' you - a lot mair than Ah need -
If ye dinnae hud that big tongue o' yours Ah'll stuff it doon yir heid.'
Big Jimmy smiled an' picked his nose an' finished aff his wine.
He said, 'the wey that ye've jist spoke tae me has went right oot o' line.
Ah've finished aff fifteen like you jist tae get intae a fight -
Get doon oan yir knees an' pray fur help ye dirty little shite.'
The bus wus in an uproad as people goat aff fast,
wi guid ol' Glasgow chivalry, the women an' children last.
They gathered roond and shouted oot, fur they didnae like big Jim,
'Come oan driver, sink the boot, get stuck right intae him!'
The driver smiled and waded in, a-kickin' an' swingin' blows
'til finally goat Jim's big square heid a-plantit oan his nose.
Jim's knee cam up - his fist cam doon - the driver moved nae mair,
So he jumped a couple o' time oan his heid as he twitched oan ra flair.
At this a hundred polismen cam up tae capture Jim.
In threes an' fours an' dozend he laid them oot roond him,
'til finally they sorted him oot when the airmy brought a tank,
but Ah counted forty polis hats a-floatin' doon ra stank.
So noo there's a norice oan the upper deck o' a thirty seven bus,
'If you see Big Jimmy swillin' wine or kickin' up a fuss,
don't try tae act the hero an' pit big Jimmy aff
fur the puir old Glesga polis force still cannae afford ra staff.'
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Glasgow, city of Culture, eh? :-)
Bob Biggart
M K Rogerson
"Ally" <ally.b...@virgin.net> wrote in message
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I originally got these words off a Hamish Imlach LP. Can't remember if he
wrote it, but I'm pretty sure he did. His singing was just perfect.
Ally
Spot on, found my hand written version. Only differences were slightly more
Glasgow phonetics and a slightly more polite ending to verse 4
.....help, ye'll no get hame the night
Martin R
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Here are the words. It was Hamish's song.
Enjoy
As I was on the upper deck o' a 37 bus
I saw Big Jimmy swillin' wine and kicking up a fuss
The driver stopped the bus right sharp
And belted up ra stair
"You get get to hell right aff ma bus
If ye gie us any mair"
"Oh driver ye wouldnie take offence
Or blame a man that's fou
Ye wouldnie say such things tae me
If you knew what I'd been through
I lost a pile on the dogs tonight
I'll have you for tae know
A' ma wages doon the stank
for a dog that that wouldnie go"
The driver couldnie gie a monkeys
Nor gie a tinkers cuss
"Your swearin and yer bawlin'
Is distressin' a' ma bus.
I've had aboot enuff o' you
I lot mair than I need.
If ye dinnie houd that tongue o' yours
I'll stuff it doon yer heid
Big Jimmy smiled and picked his nose
And finishe aff his wine
"The way you have just spoke to me
Has went right oot o' line
I've finsished aff 15 like you
Tae get intae a fight
So get down on to yer knees and pray
Yie dirty little shite.
The driver smiled and waded in
Till he got Big Jimmy's square heid
A plantet on his nose
His knee cam up
His fist cam doon
The driver moved nae mair
So he jumped a couple o' times on his heid
As he twitched on ra flair
At this a 100 polis men
Cam oot to capture Jim
In 3's and 4's and dozens
He laid them oot round him
Till at last they finished him aff
When they brought on a tank
But I counted 40 polis hats
Floating doon the stank
End
Molly Mockford
<9bb6a4d1-daa8-4b9e...@googlegroups.com>:
>On Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 1:45:56 AM UTC+3, "Bob Biggart" wrote:
>> Help Folks
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Molly Mockford
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<nospam...@mollymockford.me.uk> wrote:
>At 02:00:37 on Wed, 21 Jan 2015, john.we...@googlemail.com wrote in
><9bb6a4d1-daa8-4b9e...@googlegroups.com>:
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>>On Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 1:45:56 AM UTC+3, "Bob Biggart" wrote:
>>> Help Folks
>
>>Here are the words. It was Hamish's song.
>
>Did you look at the date of the post to which you are replying?
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>Molly Mockford
But that's the only kind there there are...
Still, it's nice to know that sooner or later someone might answer your
question. I think I have one pending, myself, from about 1993.
Abby
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Nick Odell
>On Wed, 21 Jan 2015 13:08:22 +0000, Molly Mockford
><nospam...@mollymockford.me.uk> wrote:
>
>>At 02:00:37 on Wed, 21 Jan 2015, john.we...@googlemail.com wrote in
>><9bb6a4d1-daa8-4b9e...@googlegroups.com>:
>>
>>>On Wednesday, March 28, 2001 at 1:45:56 AM UTC+3, "Bob Biggart" wrote:
>>>> Help Folks
>>
>>>Here are the words. It was Hamish's song.
>>
>>Did you look at the date of the post to which you are replying?
>>--
>>Molly Mockford
>
>:-)
>
>But that's the only kind there there are...
>
>Still, it's nice to know that sooner or later someone might answer your
>question. I think I have one pending, myself, from about 1993.
>
a good place to mention that my absolutely favourite discovery of 2014
was the 2013 album, The Child Ballads, by Anaďs Mitchell and Jefferson
Hamer?
Nick