Catholic
River Clyde (nb) Once a hub of Irish People Bustling, working on the Clyde Building ships in ageing dockyards Lost within long ravished times And came the gentle touch of Mother With her voice so calm and still "Trust always the Love of My Son" "Look always to do his will". Powered by Love for food and shelter To feed displaced families Faithful tribes of Irish workers She called to trust with dignity Deep within the calming waters Comes new light which shines on man Of a deeper profound calling To keep the Faith and take a stand Now with waters largely silent Contemplation draws us near entreating all the generations To keep our Faith and hold it dear. Blessed Mother ever hear us Protect us just like those gone by And like our fathers with their calling Let us ne'er our faith deny.