I never can hear the horn go blow
I never can see that big grey wall.
I pay nae heed to the gaffer at all,
For I aye hae my mind on you.

I'm weldin' steel from morning till night
They say my rod's aye burning bright.
I wouldna know if it's wrong or right,
For I aye hae my mind on you.

Of all the queens the Clyde has gi'en
To rule upon the brine,
It never gi'ed a fairer queen
Than the one that's on my mind.