Found this, if it's of any use. Kelty Clippie (John Watt) 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 oan the game She's just a Kelty clippie but I love her just the same I've traivelled thru' this country from shore to shining shore From the swamps of 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 the blyth stravaig Watched the moonlight over Crosshill, trod Buckhaven's golden sand And mony's the happy hoor we spent in Lochgelly's Happy Land I remember on the 8.15 that night o' romantic bliss I says, Ho Mag, nip yer fag, gie's a wee bit kiss She didnae tak' this kindly, didnae like ma chaff Being a contrary kind of bird she said, Come oan, get aff She hasnae got nae culture, she drives me roon' the bend Sittin' in her big 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 in her hair But things is a wee bit better noo, I've gone and got the ring I won it frae Jim at the pitch an' toss, last night at the Lindsay Bing Wi' her wee black hat and her ticket machine ma hairt she did ensnare She's the lily of Lumphinnans, she's ma bonnie Maggie Blair (as sung by Hamish Imlach) Charlotte R
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