The Man From Rutherglen Poem by Francis Duggan

Standing over two meters in physique a man among men
A shy sort of a fellow the man from Rutherglen
He is not a troublemaker not that sort of a bloke
But he is not the type of person that one ought to provoke
On his way home from the pub one night on the dimly lit streets of town
Three young thugs in their early twenties tried to rob him one by one he knocked them down
They had picked on the wrong one to rob for our mistakes we pay
They will not bother him again from him they will keep away
The word on him has got around that he is not one with to mess
For cocky in his twenties bloke who wishes to display his brawling prowess
With a partner and two young daughters he works hard for his pay
On Friday evening a few beers after work he drinks in moderation one might say
A huge and muscular fellow physically a man among men
A long way north of his first home the man from Rutherglen.