Silent Swans

Today another tragedy struck Glasgow, the joy of George Square, the ice rink, the fair, the ambiance of Christmas in the city shattered by a horrific accident.  I had been at the scene just shortly before this calamitous event unfolded as I walked back to my office.  My heart goes out to everyone touched by this incident and also to the stoicism of the emergency services who responded.

In the second city of the Empire
Mother Glasgow watches all her weans
Trying hard to feed her little starlings
Unconsciously she clips their little wings

Mother Glasgow's succour is perpetual
Nestling the Billy and the Tim
I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo
To try to catch a fish that couldnay swim

Among the flightless birds and sightless starlings
Father Glasgow knows his starlings well
He wont make his own way up to heaven
By waltzing all his charges in to hell

Mother Glasgow's succour is perpetual
Nestling the Billy and the Tim
I dreamt I took a dander with St. Mungo
To try to catch a fish that couldnay swim

And the tree
And the fish
And the bird
And the bell...

Let Glasgow Flourish!


Hold those you love and hold dear close tonight and spare a thought for those who Mother Glasgow lost today