Did You See My Wellie?

by Màiri NicGumaraid

Did you see my wellie
It was right here
By my belly
When I took a norrag
In the scullery
The being’s a bit old fashioned
Hardened disimpassioned
But good enough for kipping
In your overalls
May be a bitty smelly
When you’re just in
From the dipping
But still an’ all secluded
When you’re not included
Further down the hall
So did you see my wellie
It was right here
By my belly
A string tied round my corrag
For to hang the hay
On the fence of the reseeding
Where the othaisgean are feeding
But I can’t get away
When I haven’t got my wellie
My knees’ll turn to jelly
In the mud and the clay
So did you see my wellie
It was right here
By my belly
Now I’m stuck
Here out the back
And there’s football on the telly
But without my other wellie
And the hay
Still in the sack
I won’t see the game
Holey bobbans
What a shame
Did you see my wellie
If you see it
Or my lovely lady Nellie
Will you tell her that I need it
And that I didn’t mean it
When I said
Her mammy’s best
Òrdaighean tweed suit
Was as dampy sweaty smelly
As my own dear wellie boot