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Glenwhorple   (The 'G' Song)
Source: Songs From Front and Rear; A Collection of Canadian Serviceman's Songs   tune:

There's a braw fine clan o'lads as ilka man should ken
They are de'ils at the fichtin', they have clured a sicht o'men
They have suppit muckle whuskey when to ceildh they gang ben
The hielan' men of braw Glenwhorple!

CHORUS:      Heught!
Glenwhorple, hielan' men, great strong
      whuskey-suckin' hielan' men,
They were hard-workin', hairy-leggit hielan' men,
      Slainte mhor, Glenwhorple!

They were founded by McAdam, who of all the men was first
He resided in Glen Eden and he pipit fit tae burst
Wi' a fig-leaf for a sporran and a perfect hielan' thirst
Till he stoll away the apple from Glenwhorple!

When the waters o'the deluge drookit all the whole world o'er
The chieftain of the clan y'know his name was Sean McNoah
So a muckle boat he biggit and he sheckit up the door
And he sailed away from drooned Glenwhorple!

McNoah sent a piper out to see if there was land
He came back wi' an empty whuskey bottle in each hand
But they couldna comprihend him, he was fu' ye understand
For he found a public house aboon the water!

There was a jock named Joshua, a Sapper he by trade
He went awa' to Jericho aboon a muckle raid
And the walls they went a-tumblin', and with loot the lads were paid
For the sapping and the mining in Glenwhorple!

When wise King Solomon was ruler o'er the glen
He had a hundred pipers and a thousand fichtin' men
And ten thousand wives and concubines, for as I'm sure ye ken
He kept a pow'rful household in Glenwhorple!

There was a birkie bangster was the ruler o'er the clan
His name it was T'Wallace and he was a fightin' man
And he went a bout the border and the southron turned and ran
From the dingin' o' the claymore in Glenwhorple!

* Many o' the clansmen went and left their heilan' homes
They loaded up on shipsabout the world to rome.
They were lookin' for a special place to call their very own
That's how Ealdormere became Glenwhorple!

What a sight this morning wi' the clansmen on parade
Wi' the claymore and the piper andthe broad Glen Worple plaid
And the pipe he almost sober and the chieftan not afraid
A seeing tartan spiders in Glenwhorple!

* Optional new verse by Cordigan

NOTE: Repeat chorus twice to end.

"Slainte mhor," pronounced "slanja vah," means "good health."