North of the border in Scotland and near the mouth of the River Clyde stands a big city of shipbuilding yards, docks, factories, tenements, public houses and mean back streets. This the city of Glasgow, home of more than a million people and, as with all big cities, a tradition has evolved, grown up, and grown around the metropolis. Glaswegians are a folk apart and yet they are of Scotland. The Scots are a proud, honest, hard working race, with a wry sense of humour which has to be sought out and which indeed is sometimes missing entirely. Glasgow folk have these attributes and to them they have blended an amalgam of tough, blunt, earthy realism, and a cosmopolitanism that is an integral part of all big seaports.
Robin Hall and Jimmy Macgregor should know Glasgow. It is on innate part of them, their heritage, for they are both Glasgow born and the Glasgow folk tradition runs through their veins.
This an album of the songs of Glasgow Streets. When you have listened to "Coulther's Candy", a lullaby that has wafted numberless bairns to slumberland; the saucy "Dundee Weaver" and the beautiful "Bleacher Lassie O' Kelvinhaugh" and "Collier Laddie", the love song with the classical theme of the rich man who attempts to lure away a poor but honest girl from her childhood sweetheart, then you will begin to understand a little of the tradition, the sentiment, even the romance, of this great, grimy city.
None are better fitted to translate into song the heart and soul of Glasgow than two of her sons, Robin Hall and Jimmy [ sic] Macgregor.