Sailing up the Clyde

From Francis and Day's Album of Will Fyffe songs

Now I've been away for a long, long time 
Across the roving sea.
My father was a soldier lad 
So a sailor I would be.
Now I've had some sensations 
While away across the foam,
But the greatest thrill in all the lot 
Is when your're sailing home.

Aye, when you're sailing up the Clyde, 
Sailin up the Clyde,
Back to bonnie Scotland
Where your ain folk died*,
There's a lump comes in your throat
And a tear ye canna hide,
When you're rollin back to Scotland 
And your ain fireside.

Now my pals came down to see me off 
On the day I sailed away.
They brought a flask of whiskey 
That was made in U.S.A.
I said, "Goodbye, good luck, old pals. 
I'll see you in September"
I took one drink and then fell down
And the next thing I remember.

*Sheet music has "died" most seem to sing "bide"