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Ye
Canny Throw yer Granny aff a bus
Oh ye canny throw yer Granny aff a
bus, Ye canny throw yer Granny aff a bus,
Ye canny throw yer Granny cuz shes
yer Mammy's Mammy, oh ye canny throw yer Granny aff a bus.
Ye kin throw yer other Granny aff a
bus, ye kin throw yer other Granny aff a bus,
Ye kin throw yer other Granny, cuz
shes yer Daddy's Mammy, ye kin throw yer other Granny aff a bus.
The
Wee Room Underneath The Stair
Now if yer tired and weary,
feelin'
sad and blue Don't let your cares upset ye 'al tell ye what tae do
Just tak a cor tae Springburn go inta Quin's Pub there Go doon intae the wee
room underneath the stair
For it's doon in the wee room
underneath the stair, Everybody's happy everybody's there
And they're all makin' merry each in his chair, Doon in the wee room underneath
the stair
A king went a
huntin' his fortunes
for tae seek, He lost his cor at Partick went missin' for a week
Days and nights they hunted sorrow and despair, They foun' him in the wee room
underneath the stair
Fur it's doon in the wee room
underneath the stair, Everybody's happy everybody's there
And they're all makin' merry each in his chair, Doon in the wee room underneath
the stair
Noo when am
gettin' auld and ma bones
begin tae set, I'll never worry naw I'll never fret
For I'm savin' up ma pennies tae buy a hurrly chair, Tae tak me tae the wee
room underneath the stair
Fur it's doon in the wee room
underneath the stair, Everybody's happy everybody's there
Adn they're all makin' merry each in his chair, Doon in the wee room underneath
the stair.
Donald
where's your Troosers
A just came doon fae the Isle of
Skye, am no very big and am awfy shy
the lassies shout as a go by-- Donald where's yer troosers.
Chorus:
Let the winds blow high, Let the winds blow low,
doon the street in ma kilt a go -- And all the lassies say hello--
Donald where's yer troosers
A lassie took me to a ball, And it was slippery in the hall
a was feart that a would fall, 'cause I didnae have oan ma troosers
They'd like to wed me everywan,Just let them catch me if they can --
You canny put the brakes on a hieland man, Who doesnae like wearing troosers.
To wear the kilt is ma delight, It isnae wrong, I know it's right.
The highlanders would get a fright, If they saw me in the troosers.
Well I caught a cold and ma nose was raw, I had nae handkerchief at awe
So I hiked up ma kilt and I gave it a blaw, Now you can't do that with troosers.
I
belong tae Glesga
I belong tae
Glesga, Dear old Glesga toon;
But what's the matter wi' Glesga , For it's goin' roun' and roun'!
I'm only a common old working chap, As anyone here can see,
But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Seturday, Glesga belongs tae me!
There's nothing in keeping your money, And saving a shilling or two;
If you've nothing to spend, then you've nothing to lend, Why that's all the
better fer you;
There nae harm in taking a drappie, It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gies ye the feeling that when you get hame, You don't gi a hang for the
wife!
I belong tae Glesga ,Dear old Glesga
toon; But what's the matter wi' Glesga,
For it's goin' roun' and roun'! I'm only a common old working chap,
As anyone here can see, But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Seturday,
Glesga belongs to me!
The
Welly Boot Song
(chorus) If it wisnae 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 pleurisy
If you didnae have your feet in your wellies
Oh 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 aff his wellies
Chorus: If it wisnae for your wellies
etc.
Oh and when you're out walking in the
country wi a bird
And you're strolling over fields just like a farmer's herd
And somebody shouts, "Keep off the grass" and you think how absurd
and SQUELCH you find why farmers all wear wellies
Chorus: If it wisnae for your wellies
etc.
There's fishermen and firemen,
there's farmers and all
Men oot digging ditches and working in the snow
This country it would grind to a halt and not a thing would grow
If it wisnae for the workers in their wellies
Chorus: If it wisnae for your wellies
etc.
Oh Edward Heath and Wilson they
haven't made a hit
They're ruining this country more than just a bit
If they keep on the way they're going we'll all be in the (shhhhh)
So you'd better get your feet in your wellies
Chorus: If it wisnae for your wellies
etc.
The
Flower of Scotland
O flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie
Thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
Those days are passed now
And in the past
They must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.
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belangs tae the folk who wrote them...we didnae lay claim tae writing any o
them......well ye awe knew that anyway...we just wanted tae make sure!
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