When you're twenty one and North of the border the chance is
The military man [bad word] and offer a hand and advances
Go to sea boy
Go to sea boy
Go to sea boy
With the shipyards sunk-on the Clyde
Go to the sea the junk life is dangerous
With a pocket of woes in this perishing hole it's so obvious
Then you'll sail away and we'll teach you a trade
That's for life
It's only killing but there's nobody willing
So we're asking on the Clyde
When you're 21 and north of the border the chance is
You'll sail away to a life in the dirt then advances