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The McCalmans
I've travelled round this
country from shore tae shinin shore,
Frae the swamps o' Auchterderran tae the jungles o'
Lochore,
But in all these
far-flung places there's nane that can compare,
Wi' the 'Lily of Lumphinnans', she's ma bonnie
Maggie Blair.
Frae the
pyramids up in Kelty tae the mansions in Glencraig,
We've trod the bings together in mony's a blythe
stravaig;
Watched the
moonlight over Crosshill, trod Buckhaven's golden sand,
An mony's the happy hour we've spent in Lochgelly's
Happy Land. CHORUS
Oh she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak nae
advice;
It's, 'Ach drap
deid or I'll bile yer heid, or I'll punch yer ticket twice';
Her faither's just a waster, her mither's on the
game;
She's just a Kelty
clippie but I love her just the same.
Noo I remember on the 8.15, that
night o' romantic bliss;
I
says, 'Hey Mag, nip aff yer fag, an gie's a wee bit kiss.'
No she didnae tak that kindly, no she didnae like ma
chaff;
And bein a contrary
kind of lass, she said, 'Come oan, git aff'.
CHORUS
Oh she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak nae
advice;
It's, 'Ach drap
deid or I'll bile yer heid, or I'll punch yer ticket twice';
Her faither's just a waster, her mither's on the
game;
She's just a Kelty
clippie but I love her just the same.
Noo she hisnae got nae culture,
she drives me roon the bend,
She sits through the night in an old armchair
reading the People's Friend;
Her lapels is aa fu o badges frae Butlins doon at
Ayr,
And she gangs tae the
bingo ev'ry night wi her curlers still in her hair.
CHORUS
Oh she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak nae
advice;
It's, 'Ach drap
deid or I'll bile yer heid, or I'll punch yer ticket twice';
Her faither's just a waster, her mither's on the
game;
She's just a Kelty
clippie but I love her just the same.
But things is a wee bit better
noo, I've goan an got the ring;
Ah wan it frae John at the pitch an toss, last nicht
oan the Lindsay Bing;
Wi
her wee black hat an her ticket-machine, she did ma heart ensnare;
She's the 'Lily of Lumphinnans', she's ma bonnie
Maggie Blair. CHORUS
Oh she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak nae
advice;
It's, 'Ach drap
deid or I'll bile yer heid, or I'll punch yer ticket twice';
Her faither's just a waster, her mither's oan the
game;
She's just a Kelty
clippie but I love her just the same.
Oh she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak nae
advice;
It's, 'Ach drap
deid or I'll bile yer heid, or I'll punch yer ticket twice';
Her faither's just a waster, her mither's oan the
game;
She's just a Kelty
clippie but I love her just the same. |
