With the run up to Burns night 25th Jan, here are a few things Scottish

Starting With a Billy Connoly song

The Welly Boot Song :

Wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell,

Cause they keep out the water, and they keep in the smell,

And when you're sitting in a room, you can always tell,

When some bugger takes off his wellies.

If it wasnae for your wellies, where would you be?

You'd be in the hospital or infirmary,

Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pluracy,

If you didnae have your feet in your wellies!

But when yer oot walking, in the country way about

An yer strolling over fields just like a fairmer's herd.

And somebody shouts Keep aff the grass, and you think How absurd;

And, squelch, you find why fairmers a' wear wellies.

There's fishermen and firemen, there's farmers an a',

Men oot digging ditches an' working in the snaw;

This country it would grind tae a halt and no' a thing would graw

If it wasna for the workers in their wellies.

Noo Edward Heath and Wilson, they havna made a hit,

They're ruining this country, mair than just a bit,

If they keep on the way they are goin', we'll all be in the sh..,

So you'd be'er get your feet in your wellies.

[AndyC]

Brilliant!! I love Billy Connolly

Andy

[AndyC in reply to AndyC]

p.s. hows your hand?

[Hidden in reply to AndyC]

Not bad , looks like iam wearing a black glove, hospital just gave me some pain killers, as the could not put it in a cast

Al

[shasha in reply to Hidden]

what have you done to ypur hand ?

[Hidden in reply to shasha]

I hit it with a hammer, i was trying to fix Laraines car on sunday and one of the bolts i was trying to losen was a bit rusty so i got a chizzel and a hammer and tryd to give it a whak and missed and hit my hand , what the f''k was i thinking my right hand is my shaky one so off to the Royal

Al

[shasha in reply to Hidden]

that is just the sort of thing fred does !!!

[Hidden in reply to shasha]

we are after all only men

[Jupeter]

Great, the old one's are the best, eh?

Could be updated in the last verse to Tony Blair and Cameron?

[Hidden in reply to Jupeter]

Not Could but should , would make for an interesting song

[Hidden]

Dont forget Celtic Connections live on celticmusic.net over the next week live from Glasgow Royal concert hall

Al

[Hidden]

Have to indulge here Al........

I wandered today to the hills maggie

To watch the scene below

The creek and the creaking old mill maggie

Where we used to long long ago

The green growth is gone from the hills maggie

Where first the daisise spring

The creaking old mill is still maggie

Since you and I were young

Oh they say that Im feeble with age maggie

My steps are much slower than then

My face is a well written page maggie

And time all along was the pen

Oh they say we have outlived our time maggie

As dated as songs that weve sung

But to me, youre as fair as you were maggie

When you and I were young

Oh they say we have outlived our time maggie

As dated as songs that weve sung

But to me, youre as fair as you were maggie

When you and I were young

When you and I were young

[Hidden in reply to Hidden]

what can I say from one Maggie to another

[shasha in reply to Hidden]

that made cry ...maggie

[Hidden]

Lovin it

Al

[Hidden]

Can't wait for my haggis, tatties, neeps and a wee dram next Wednesday lol

[Hidden]

Love the food but i hate whisky, prefer a nice bottel of wine

[Hidden]

Well, I don't drink the whiskey, I pour it on my haggis - yummy! I prefer the wine too.

[shasha]

when i saw the ' headline ' i knew it was from you !! great, Billy is so funny ..

[Hidden]

Cheers ma Dears

[PatV]

love wellies. Thanks all

[Hidden in reply to PatV]

What would we do with out them?

Wellies in the summer , in glasgow was as sign of the poor, now it av been to Tin the park

Al

[Hidden]

ToTo A Mouse.

Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,

O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

Wi bickering brattle!

I wad be laith to rin an chase thee,

Wi murdering pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion

Has broken Nature's social union,

An justifies that ill opinion,

Which makes thee startle

At me, thy poor, earth-born companion.

An fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve:

What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!

A daimen icker in a thrave

'S a sma request;

I'll get a blessin wi the lave,

An never miss't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!

Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!

An naething, now, to big a new ane,

O foggage green!

An bleak December's win's ensuin.

Baith snell an keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an waste,

An weary winter comin fast.

An cozie here, beneath the blast,

Thou thought to dwell,

Till crash! the cruel coulter past

Out thro thy cell.

That wee bit heap o leaves an stibble,

Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!

Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble.

But house or hald,

To thole the winter's sleety dribble,

An cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,

In proving foresight may be vain:

The best-laid schemes o mice an men

Gang aft agley,

An lea'e us nought but grief an pain,

For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compar'd wi me!

The present only toucheth thee:

But och! I backward cast my e'e,

On prospects drear!

An forward, tho I canna see,

I guess an fear!

night's wee pice,

[Hidden]

I am sorry to say that i will not be in Scotland on Burns night , business takes me to Norwich , so ill just have Burns night all this weekend, ops iv already started Hic,

Well as Andy would say Its the Weekend WOOOOO

[Hidden]

One of my favourites:

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,

While the star of hope she leaves him?

Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;

Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

Naething could resist my Nancy:

But to see her was to love her;

Love but her, and love for ever.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,

Had we never lov'd sae blindly,

Never met-or never parted,

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!

Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!

Thine be ilka joy and treasure,

Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!

Ae fareweeli alas, for ever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledEge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

[jillannf6]

hi u all burns supporters

i love

My love si like a red red rose etc

"till all the seas gang dry"

love jill

[Hidden]

Respect

Al

[Hidden]

Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion

[Hidden]

OH DEAR

Words, Billy Connolly. Tune, traditional.

SPOKEN PROLOGUE: This song is very dear to me. It's about outside toilets in tenement buildings, you know, and I'm awful fond of them, you know. I used to trip down to the outside toilet when I was about eight years of age in my Noddy pyjamas and my bare feet, because I was a midnight wee-wee specialist. Really. Never in my life was I known to pee during the day. Never once. But soon's it get dark... Ohh... Because everybody knew the outside toilets're full of ghosts, and I was feart. A born fearty. And I used to go down the stair with two wee bits of coal to throw round corners, because you can always kill a ghost with a bit of coal, everybody knew that. And I used to stand there, doing a wee-wee, holding the door open with wan leg, kidding on I wasn't scared, going "TRA-LA-LA! LA-LA-LA-LEEE!!" Soon's I was finished, VOOOOM! Up the stair, legs just a blur, into the house, into bed, make a tent, and read the Beano with a torch. I'd like you to join in the chorus. You've probably heard the tune before.

1. My name's Shug McGlumpher and I live up this close.

I'll tell ye a story. I promise it's nae boast.

During the power cut, I saw a big ghost.

Naebody knows that he's there.

CHORUS: Oh dear, what can the matter be?

I'm scairt tae go tae the lavat'ry.

I've no been since two weeks last Saturday.

I know who's hidin' in there!

2. He'd two big red eyes. On his head was a dent, man;

Big hairy horns, and his neck was all bent, man.

My mammy says he sounds just like the rent man,

But I know who's hiding in there.

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O ONCE I lov’d a bonie lass,

Ay, and I love her still;

And whilst that virtue warms my breast,

I’ll love my handsome Nell.

As bonie lasses I hae seen,

And mony full as braw;

But, for a modest gracefu’ mein,

The like I never saw.

A bonie lass, I will confess,

Is pleasant to the e’e;

But, without some better qualities,

She’s no a lass for me.

But Nelly’s looks are blythe and sweet,

And what is best of a’,

Her reputation is complete,

And fair without a flaw.

She dresses aye sae clean and neat,

Both decent and genteel;

And then there’s something in her gait

Gars ony dress look weel.

A gaudy dress and gentle air

May slightly touch the heart;

But it’s innocence and modesty

That polishes the dart.

’Tis this in Nelly pleases me,

’Tis this enchants my soul;

For absolutely in my breast

She reigns without control.

[Gansbru]

That was beautiful. I wish you and yours a happy Burns Night!

[Hidden]

Well i missed it , i was in Norwich last week , so

whats Next ( throw youe granny af a bus day?)