Leo McGuire’s Song(Live) - Billy Connolly

Ah wis heading wi ma cromack up frae gretna green tae skye
But ma journey has an element of farce farce
Cauuse the calendar has stated it's the middle o' July
Yet here ah am wi snaw up tae ma arse oh yo
We ma pipes below ma oxter and ma sporran neatly pressed
Ma pockets full o' porridge for the road
We some crawford's tartan shortbread
And some tattie scones as weel
And ah'm jist aboot tae paint masel wi woad oh yo
I am heading for sweet afton
That's the place that ah am daft on
Where the smell o' tattie bogle fills the air
If ye poke amang the heather wi' a feather ye will see
Where the untamed hornie golluck has his lair oh yo
Ah remember annie laurie sure ah had her in a quarry
On the road frae tobermory tae the sea
Ah remember mountain daisy and that lassie wisnae lazy
Cause ah remember daisy mounting me oh yo
Ah remember getting pally wi a peely wally atally
In a chalet doon at butlings camp at ayr
And ah gied her a bambino as she lay and read the beano
Then she said well how did she know ah wis there oh yo
Ah wis jist a wee bit randy as she lay and read the dandy
Then she went and put a pot upon the hob
And she made me tagliatelli which she balanced on her belly
So's ah could eat while ah wis on the job oh yo
By the time the job wis over she wis
Halfway through the rover
And had started on that week's people's friend
And she made me veal escalope
And we had another wallop
Before ma strong desire came to an end
Oh the scottish summers have a certain lack of charm
Due mainly to the sudden rainy squalls
But the scottish lassies can aye keep her laddie warm
By their tender ministration to his knees oh yo