Not So Famous…

Billy Connolly is a funny, funny, comedian. It helps that he’s Scottish, of course, but I find him to be quite funny. I HAVE heard some profanity from him, though, so listener discretion is advised. This song is safe, though. :) (He never actually says the implied swear word in the last verse.) If you can lay ears on a recording of this song, I highly recommend it. I am prefacing the song will Billy’s pre-song comments that he said on the recording I heard. (I warn you that this has been written trying to imitate his accent, so it might be a bit hard to read if you’re not used to reading a Scots (Glaswegian) accent.) :)

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“I’d like now to sing a song about Scottish Highland national dress…Wellington boots. Did you think it was the kilt? Edinburgh’s the only place you see kilts, really. Teuchters wear wellies. And the welly is a great, great form of clothing. It used to be the great mark of poverty in Partick: wellies in the summer.

“And when you’re lying on the beach in Spain trying to let on you’re a millionaire… wi’ a four bob cigar an a seven bob bottle of champaign. You’re found oot to be working class cause you’ve got welly marks on yer legs. Two rings of No Confidence.”

(Teuchters = stranger, or in this case, highlanders.
Partick = Working-class neighborhood in Glasgow)

The Welly Boot Song

(Chorus)
If it wasna’ 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 didna have your feet in your wellies!

Wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell,
Cause they keep oot the water, an’ they keep in the smell,
An’ when yer sittin in a room, you can always tell,
When some bugger takes off his wellies.

(chorus)

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.

(chorus)

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.

(chorus)

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 ge(t) your feet in your wellies.

(chorus)