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 

With the shipyards sunk on the Clyde 
And the sea the junk life is dangerous 
With a pocket of woes in this perishing hole it's so obvious

Go to sea boy, go to sea boy 
Go to sea boy, go to sea 

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 Twenty-One and North of the border the chance is 
You'll sail away to a life in the dirt then advances