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The Green Oak Tree

I'll sing about a wee toon that stands upon the Clyde,
It is the toon whaur I was born, it fills my heart with pride,
My mither often telt me as she crooned me on her knee,
That Greenock took its name frae the Green Oak Tree.

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Here's to the Green Oak Tree that grew at the square,
here's to its roots that are still slumbering there,
Here's to my townsmen whaure're they may be,
I'm proud that I am a branch of the Green Oak Tree.

May Greenock like the Green Oak Tree still flourish 'neath the sun,
her trade and commerce still increase for a thousand years to come,
and may each son o'Greenock as he battles thro' life's storm,
Be honest, true, and ne'er disgrace the toon whaur he was born.

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Noo Greenock's no' a bonny toon I've heard some folks complain,
And ithers say when they go there, they nothing see but rain,
But let them saw whate'er they may, wi' them I'll no agree,
For aye the name O'Greenock toon shall be dear to me.

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