08-09-2019, 07:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-09-2019, 07:30 PM by nigelgatherer.
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The Kelty Clippie
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1. I have travelled roon' this country, from shore tae shining shore
E A
Frae the swamps o' Auchterderan tae the jungles o' Lochore
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But in all these far flung places, there's none that can compare
E A
Wi' the Lily o' Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair.
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Chorus: Oh, she's just a Kelty Clippie, she'll no' tak' nae advice
E A
It's "Ach drap deid, awa' bile yer heid, or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice."
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Her faither's just a waister, her mother's on the game
E A
She's just a Kelty Clippie but I love her just the same.
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2. Frae the pyramids up in Kelty tae the mansions in Glencraig,
E A
We've trod the bings together in mony's the blyth Stravaig;
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Watched the moonlight over Crosshill, trod Buckhaven's golden sand,
E A
And mony's the happy oor we've spent in Lochgelly's Happy Land. [Chorus]
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3. Well I met her on the "eight fifteen" that night o' romantic bliss,
E A
I says "Hey Mag, pit doon yer fag, and gie's a wee bit kiss"
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Well she didnae take that kindly, no she didnae like ma chaff
E A
And bein' a contrary kind o' lass, she says "Come oan - get aff!" [Chorus]
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4.Noo she hasnae got nae culture, and she drives me roon' the bend,
E A
She sits every night in an old arm chair, readin' the "People's Friend;"
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Her lapels are fu' o' badges, frae Butlins doon at Ayr,
E A
And she goes tae the Bingo every night wi' the curlers still in her hair. [Chorus]
A D
5. But things is a wee bit better noo - Ah've gone and bought the ring,
E A
I won it frae Jim at the Pitch and Toss last night at the Lindsay Bing.
A D
Wi' her wee black hat and her ticket machine, she did ma heart ensnare
E A
She's the Lily o' Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair. [Chorus]
A D
1. I have travelled roon' this country, from shore tae shining shore
E A
Frae the swamps o' Auchterderan tae the jungles o' Lochore
A D
But in all these far flung places, there's none that can compare
E A
Wi' the Lily o' Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair.
A D
Chorus: Oh, she's just a Kelty Clippie, she'll no' tak' nae advice
E A
It's "Ach drap deid, awa' bile yer heid, or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice."
A D
Her faither's just a waister, her mother's on the game
E A
She's just a Kelty Clippie but I love her just the same.
A D
2. Frae the pyramids up in Kelty tae the mansions in Glencraig,
E A
We've trod the bings together in mony's the blyth Stravaig;
A D
Watched the moonlight over Crosshill, trod Buckhaven's golden sand,
E A
And mony's the happy oor we've spent in Lochgelly's Happy Land. [Chorus]
A D
3. Well I met her on the "eight fifteen" that night o' romantic bliss,
E A
I says "Hey Mag, pit doon yer fag, and gie's a wee bit kiss"
A D
Well she didnae take that kindly, no she didnae like ma chaff
E A
And bein' a contrary kind o' lass, she says "Come oan - get aff!" [Chorus]
A D
4.Noo she hasnae got nae culture, and she drives me roon' the bend,
E A
She sits every night in an old arm chair, readin' the "People's Friend;"
A D
Her lapels are fu' o' badges, frae Butlins doon at Ayr,
E A
And she goes tae the Bingo every night wi' the curlers still in her hair. [Chorus]
A D
5. But things is a wee bit better noo - Ah've gone and bought the ring,
E A
I won it frae Jim at the Pitch and Toss last night at the Lindsay Bing.
A D
Wi' her wee black hat and her ticket machine, she did ma heart ensnare
E A
She's the Lily o' Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair. [Chorus]