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| If it wisnae fur yer wellies
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| Wherewud you be?
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| You’d be in the hospital
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| Or in firmary
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| Cause you wid hive a dose o the flu
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| Or even plurasie
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| If it wissne fur yer feet in yer wellies!
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| Wellies they are wunderful
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| Wellies they are swell
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| They keep out the watter
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| And they keep in the smell.
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| When your sittin in a room
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| You cin always tell when some
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| B***r take aff thur wellies
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| Chorus
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| When yr oout walking in the country with a bird
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| And your strolling about the fields
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| Like a farmers herd
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| And somebody shouts"Keep off The grass"
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| And you think how absurd
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| Squelch you find why all farmers wear wellies
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| Chorus
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| Fishermen and firemen there’s farmers and all
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| There’s men who’re digging ditches
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| And working in the snow
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| This country would grind to a halt
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| And not a thing would grow
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| If it was nae for the workers and their wellies
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