I'll sing about a wee toon that stands doon by the Clyde,
It's the toon whaur I was born and it fills my heart with pride
My mother often telt me as she crooned me on her knee,
That Greenock took its name from the Green Oak Tree.
So here's tae the Green Oak that stood upon the square,
And here's tae its roots that are still slumbering there,
And here's tae its townsfolk wherever they may be,
For I'm proud that I'm 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 through life's storm
Be honest, true and ne'er disgrace the town where I was born.
Now Greenock's no' a bonny place, I've heard some folks complain,
That when you go to Greenock you'll get nothing there but rain
But let them say whate'er they may, with them I'll no agree,
For aye the name o' Greenock toon will aye be dear tae me.