I have traveled round this country, from shore to
From the swamps of Auchterderren, tae the jungles
But in a’ these far flung places, there’s
none that can compare,
Wi’ the lily o’ Lumphinans, she’s
ma lovely Maggie Blair.
O’ she’s just a Kelty clippie, she’ll
no tak nae advice,
It’s ach drap deid, awa bile yer heid, or I’ll
punch yer ticket twice,
Her faither’s jist a waister, her mithers on
She’s just a Kelty clippie, but I love her just
Fae the pyramids up in Kelty, tae the mansions in
We’ve trod the bings together, in many’s
the blithe stravaig,
Watched the sun rise over Crosshill, trod Buckavens
And many’s the happy night we’ve spent
in Lochgelly’s happy land.
Noo she hasn’ae got nae culture, she drives
me round the bend,
She sits allnight in her old armchair reading the
Her lapels is full o’ badges, fae Butlins doon
And she gangs tae the bingo every night, wi’
the curlers in her hair.
Well I met her on the 8.15, that night o’ romantic
I says hey Mag whit’s in yer bag, gie’s
a wee bit kiss,
Noo she didn’ae tak that kindly, she didn’ae
like ma chaff,
And being a contrary kind o’ lass, she says
c’mon get aff.
Well things are a wee bit better noo, I’ve gone
and bought the ring,
I won it fae Jim at the pitch and toss, last night
at the Lindsay bing,
Wi’ her wee black bag and ticket machine, she
did ma heart ensnare,
She’s the lily o’ Lumphinans, She’s
ma bonnie Maggie Blair.