The Kelty Clippie
By The McCalmans (1980)
On album At Your Service (1980)
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I have travelled around this country, from shore to shining shore
Frae the swamps of Auchterderran tae the jungles of Lochore
But in all these far-flung places there's none that can compare
With the lily o' 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 the blyth stravaig
Watched the moonlight over Crosshill, trod Buckhaven's golden sand
And mony's the happy hour we spent in Lochgelly's Happy Land
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on the game
She's just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just the same
I remember on the 8.15 that, night o' romantic bliss
I says, "Hey Mag, struck out yer fag and gie's a wee bit kiss"
But she didnae tak' that kindly, no, she didnae like ma chaff
And being a contrary kind of lass, she said, "Come on, get aff"
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on the game
She's just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just the same
No, she hasnae got nae culture, she drives me roon' the bend
She sits every night in an old armchair, readin' the People's Friend
Her lapels are full of badges frae Butlins down at Ayr
And she goes to the bingo every night with the curlers still in her hair
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist 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 no, I've gone and got the ring
I won it frae John at the pitch an' toss, last night at the Lindsay Bing
Wi' her wee black hat and her ticket machine, she did ma hairt ensnare
She's the lily of Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on 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 Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on the game
She's just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just the same
Frae the swamps of Auchterderran tae the jungles of Lochore
But in all these far-flung places there's none that can compare
With the lily o' 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 the blyth stravaig
Watched the moonlight over Crosshill, trod Buckhaven's golden sand
And mony's the happy hour we spent in Lochgelly's Happy Land
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on the game
She's just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just the same
I remember on the 8.15 that, night o' romantic bliss
I says, "Hey Mag, struck out yer fag and gie's a wee bit kiss"
But she didnae tak' that kindly, no, she didnae like ma chaff
And being a contrary kind of lass, she said, "Come on, get aff"
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on the game
She's just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just the same
No, she hasnae got nae culture, she drives me roon' the bend
She sits every night in an old armchair, readin' the People's Friend
Her lapels are full of badges frae Butlins down at Ayr
And she goes to the bingo every night with the curlers still in her hair
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist 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 no, I've gone and got the ring
I won it frae John at the pitch an' toss, last night at the Lindsay Bing
Wi' her wee black hat and her ticket machine, she did ma hairt ensnare
She's the lily of Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair
Oh, she's just a Kelty clippie, she'll no tak' nae advice
It's, Ach drap deid or Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on 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 Ah'll bile yer heid
Or Ah'll punch yer ticket twice
Her faither's jist a waster, her mither's on the game
She's just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just the same
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