Back home, they'll be thinking about us
When we are far away
Back home, they'll be really behind us
In every game we play
They'll share every goal we are scoring
Out there
We will still hear them roaring
And we'll give all we've got to give
For the folks back home

Back home, they'll be watching and waiting
And cheering every move
Back home, though they think we're the greatest
That's what we've got to prove
Once more we will meet with the best
Like before we'll be put to the test
Oh we will give all we've got to give
For the folks back home

They'll see as they're watching and praying
That we put our hearts in our playing
We'll fight until the whistle goes
For the folks back home

I've been wi' a couple o' cronies,
One or two pals o' my ain;
We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I'm fu';
We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
Just listen, I'll sing it to you:

     I belong to Glasgow,
     Dear old Glasgow town;
     But what's the matter wi' Glasgow,
     For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
     I'm only a common old working chap,
     As anyone here can see,
     But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday,
     Glasgow belongs to me!

There's nothing in keeping your money,
And saving a shilling or two;
If you've nothing to spend, then you've nothing to lend,
Why that's all the better for you;
There no harm in taking a drappie,
It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
You don't give a hang for the wife!

Någon slarver har varit i mitt hus och plundrat mitt kakförråd. Det rör sig om ett skålpund syltsnittar, bakade med kärlek efter min mormors recept. När jag skulle piffa upp morgonfikat med dessa delikatesser stod där inga att finna. Någon hade bortstulit dem. Jag blev så upprörd att jag knöt näven i fickan.

Med hjälp av Ufo-kassan (där finns ett femsiffrigt belopp) vill jag härmed utfästa en belöning. Den som kommer med information om stölden eller tjuven skola bli rikligt belönad.

Avslutningsvis önskar jag att tjyven sätter syltsnittarna i halsen. Du äro icke värdig att smaka min mormors favoritkakor...

Vi lyfter på hatten för Montreal Canadiens, världens bästa och mest populära hockeyklubb. Ingen speciell orsak, vi bara älskar dem. I en tid när lag läggs ned, eller flyttar till USA, står Habs Canada troget. Ett Montreal utan hockeylag? Otänkbart.