Chorus
Maggie, Nelly and Mary Ann, Lizzie, Willie and Phil McCann
Get your jacket and don't be late: 'Murder, polis, in the Gallowgate.'

In the Gallowgate on a Friday night
Folk a’ gathered to see the sight
They came for miles and miles aroon
Ten o'clock when the pubs shut doon.

Time up bells began to ring
Then the barmen began to fling
Big souls, wee souls every kind
A’ stoned drunk wi' the cheap red wine.

First man oot was big Shug Grant
'Up the Celtic' was his chant
He roars that oot just to show who's boss
He shouts 'Up Rangers' at Brigton Cross.

Blackpool May came oot and ran
Followed by a wee fat man
If he catches her she'll surely choke
She drank his wine then she picked his poke.

Danny Owens comes oot to fight
Threatens every man in sight
He trips and fa’s and he's oot the game
His wife'll murder him when he gets hame.

Two big polis are the next we see
'Eat the Moose' and 'John the B'
Into the public noose they ran
Late night drink wi' the publican.