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One night near the Grand Central Station
Among crowds that were hurrying by
I happened to see Meggie Benson
And sadly the lassie did cry
Says I, "Canny lass, what's the matter?"
Says she, quite dejected and sad
"I'm grieving for Jack, that's me lover
Me bonny big Gallowgate lad"
"You'll know him, Jo, isn't he handsome?
As clever a lad as you'll see
He was a striker at Stuyvesant's factory
But lately he's been on the spree
He got banned for gunning on the football
Oh, I think he'd nearly gone mad
And he went and he's joined the militia
Me bonny big Gallowgate lad"
And the neighbours declared he was lazy
But spite o' me busy folks speak
Though I know that I oughtn't to mention
He never worked more than a week
And the folks can't keep quiet their feelings
I'm grieving for me love, that's the sort
Who's best at the clays or the soldiers
Me brave looking Gallowgate lad
I've mended the holes in his elbows
And made his old trousers like new
Well, I thought he might speak about marriage
When his grandfather bought him a coat
But he's Celtic and spent all his money
And folks said that his health was but poor
Oh, I wish that I couldn't believe them
Me curly-haired Gallowgate lad
I's fairly heart-broke since he left us
I cannot live well by meself
And me tongue yawns as though it would keep telling
A long way more than I should tell
When the heart's full, it's great consolation
To whisper, "What makes you so bad?
Oh, what made you join the militia
Me good-looking Gallowgate lad?"
