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Originally Posted by nikki99
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It reminds me o' the old song we used to sing ba' in Glasgow..
In the town of Ballybay there was a lassie dwelling
I knew her very well and her story's worth a tellin'
Her father kept a still and he was a good distiller
But when she took to the drink well the divil wouldn't fill
Chorus:
She was a bonny lassie with a LUMP in her kilt
A lump in her kilt, a LUMP in her kilt
She was a bonny lassie with a lump in her kilt
Oh yes a loovely wee lump was in her kilt
She had a wooden leg it was hollow down the middle
She used to tie a string to it and play it like a fiddle
She'd fiddle in the hall she fiddle in the alley way
She didn't give a damn she had to fiddle anyway
Chorus
She said she couldn't dance unless she had her Wellie on
And when she had it on she could dance as well as anyone
She wouldn't go to bed unless she had her shimmy on
But when she had it on she would go as quick as anyone
Chorus
I forget the rest.