(Anon)
While you wet your whistle, whistle I'll sing you this
O' the misguided missile and the misguided miss
The maid she was young and pretty, she came doon frae the city
Was a hell of a pity that she left auld Glesga toon
She met a son of Uncle Sammy frae the heart of Alabamy
Who'd never left his mammy till he came doon tae Dunoon
In his wee bit sailor's suitie, och, he looked so brave and smart
At the Battle of the Holy Loch he won a Purple Heart
Since he's been overseas, five medals and six stars
And for drinkin' your Johnnie Walker he's collecting extra bars
He said he'd like to thank her for the moments on the shore
Said his daddy was a banker, so she loved him more and more
He really was a ranker by the rings upon his sleeve
She wanted rings on her finger, but he was just on leave
He was drinking Scotch and scooch, then he went back on board
He turned the key - then whoosh! and cries, and Help ma, Bob(?) Lord(?)
Says he, I'm so embarrassed, we'll no be goin' to Paris
I've launched the first Polaris through bein' a drunken sod
Now there's a hell of a fuss aboard the Proteus
And the lassie's on the shore by the point o' Lazarus
And she's cryin', Hush-a-bawbee, you'll see your daddy soon
When the clouds all drift away, for he's the first Yank on the moon
(as sung by Geordie McIntyre)