Sung by Gaberlunzie
His name was Glasgow Dan, he was the old melodeon man.
He sang his songs of peace and justice all across the
He sang both rich and bold, with a voice of
Bringing happiness and teardrops to the
eyes of young and old
The Music Man;
Singin' songs and making music of
He was born in Glasgow town with the
shipyards all around
He gained his education from the
gutter, and the ground.
But he listened and he cried
with the music of the Clyde,
Of the cockers and the
platers, and the turnin' of the tide.
He was 17 years old, when he first took to the road.
With a battered old melodeon, and the sunlight for his
For 40 years or more he tramped from shore te
Singin' songs and making music of the country
and its lore.
He wandered up and
down singin' songs from town to town.
At markets and
at fairgrounds, in places of renown.
And all he'd
ever seek was a bed and a bite to eat.
beside the ingle, and a dram before he'd sleep.
He missed the mighty Boer and the
Kaiser's bloody war.
Then in '39 they drafted him far
from his native shore.
When next he saw the
Clyde...there was shrapnel in his side.
And his songs
were filled with sadness for the countless men who died.
His name was Glasgow Dan he was the
old melodeon man.
But his heart was surely broken by
the cruelties of man.
...So with winter's cloak
around... He just lay down, on the ground...
died...his ol' melodeon..hasn't made another sound...
The Music Man.
and making music of his country.