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Gumboots. Formal wear for the Patagonia.



And for ye Kiwis and other Fred Dagg wannabes, formal dance-wear

Oh wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell
'Cause they keep out the water and they keep in the smell
And when you're sitting in a room you can always tell
When some bugger takes off his wellies

If it wasn't 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 pleurisy
If you didn't have your feet in your wellies

Oh and when you're out walking in the country with a bird
And you're strolling over fields just like a farmer's herd
And somebody shouts, "Keep off the grass" and you think how absurd
and SQUELCH you find why farmers all wear wellies

chilco wrote:Oh wellies they are wonderful, oh wellies they are swell
'Cause they keep out the water and they keep in the smell
And when you're sitting in a room you can always tell
When some bugger takes off his wellies

If it wasn't 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 pleurisy
If you didn't have your feet in your wellies

Oh and when you're out walking in the country with a bird
And you're strolling over fields just like a farmer's herd
And somebody shouts, "Keep off the grass" and you think how absurd
and SQUELCH you find why farmers all wear wellies

That's wonderful, except it's a variant of the Fred Daggs original where they're called gumboots (yes the Brits call them Wellingtons/Wellies). It's a splendid drinking song, well suited to lifting an Austral or two or so, as you will observe when the better Ozzies and/or Kiwis congregate in the southern Patagonia, and even the slower Americans and Canadians eventually come round. (In the original NZ version, a Trev is a Trevor, a farm worker -- but you can insert any insultable there)

If it did not smell so strongly of EnZed, this might be a candidate for the Official Ditty of the Rural AllChile Dot Netters

Gumboots, they are wonderful, gumboots, they are swell
'coz they keep out the water and they keep in the smell.
And when you're sittin' round at home, you can always tell
When one of the Trevs has taken off his gumboots.

Chorus:
If it weren't for your gumboots, where would ya be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'coz you would have a dose of the 'flu, or even pleurisy
If ya didn't have yer feet in yer gumboots.

Now there's rugby boots and racing boots and boots for drinkin' rum.
But the only boots I'm never without are the ones that start with "gum".
I've got short ones and long ones and some up to me belt.
I'm never dressed 'till I've got on me gumboots.

Chorus:
If it weren't for your gumboots, where would ya be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'coz you would have a dose of the 'flu, or even pleurisy
If ya didn't have yer feet in yer gumboots.

Whenever I sing at the opera, my gumboots are a must.
They help me hit the high notes, and protect me feet from dust.
They keep the water well away, so me voice won't get no rust.
You will not never see me without me gumboots.

Chorus:
If it weren't for your gumboots, where would ya be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'coz you would have a dose of the 'flu, or even pleurisy
If ya didn't have yer feet in yer gumboots.

Now Rob Muldoon and Rowling, they haven't made a hit.
They're ruining the country more than just a bit.
If they keep on the way they're going, we'll all be in turd.
So you'd better get yer feet up yer gumboots.

Chorus x2:
If it weren't for your gumboots, where would ya be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'coz you would have a dose of the 'flu, or even pleurisy
If ya didn't have yer feet in yer gumboots.

patagoniax wrote:Now Rob Muldoon and Rowling, they haven't made a hit.
They're ruining the country more than just a bit.
If they keep on the way they're going, we'll all be in turd.
So you'd better get yer feet up yer gumboots.



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Hmmmm...substitute in Democrats and Republicans and this seems quite current.....

chilco wrote:

patagoniax wrote:Now Rob Muldoon and Rowling, they haven't made a hit.
They're ruining the country more than just a bit.
If they keep on the way they're going, we'll all be in turd.
So you'd better get yer feet up yer gumboots.



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Hmmmm...substitute in Democrats and Republicans and this seems quite current.....

Rob Muldoon:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFyJvtM3uy0

You are all quite mad.

And remember why your Wellies should be two sizes too big....

John Hyre

JHyre wrote:You are all quite mad.

And remember why your Wellies should be two sizes too big....

John Hyre

to go with the Velcro gloves as you move the sheep to the cliff face so it will "back up"

And this thread had such a promising start.

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I am now told (I stand corrected) that the Gumboot Song was in fact based on the Wellie Boot song that came earlier (OP, bless her soul, was right) , which in turn was based on an earlier piece, called The Work of the Weavers. Not much to do with Chile, actually.

The Work of the Weavers
(David Shaw)

We are all met together here to sit and to crack
With our glasses in our hands and our work upon our backs
And there's not a trade among them all can neither mend nor mak
Gin it wasna for the work of the weavers

If it wasna for the weavers, what would you do
You wouldna hae cloth that's made o wool
Ye wouldna hae a coat neither black nor the blue
Gin it wasna for the work o the the weavers

The hireman chiels, they mock us and crack aye aboots
They say that we are thin faced, bleached like cloots
But yet for all their mockery, they canna do wi oots
No they canna want the work o the weavers

There's our rights and our slaters and glaziers and a'
Our doctors and ministers and them that live by law
And our friends in South America, tho them we never saw
But we know they wear the work of the weavers

etc....


earlier version of Wellie Boot Song that followed the Weavers song


Eff it was nae for yer wellies, where would you be?
You'd be in the hospital or infirmary
'Cause you would have a dose of the flu or even pleurisy
Eff ye did nae have yer feet in yer wellies!

Oh, wellies, they are wonderful; wellies they are swell
Cos they keep oot the water and they keep in the smell
An' when yer sittin' in a room, you can always tell
When some bugger takes aff his wellies

(chorus)

But when yer oot walkin', in the country way about
An' yer strollin' over fields, just like a fairmer's herd
And somebody shouts, "Keep aff the grass!"
An' you think, "How absurd"
An' SQUELLCH! ya find why fairmers a' wear wellies

(chorus)

There' fishermen an' firemen, there's farmers an a'
Men oot diggin' ditches and workin' in the snow
This country it would grind tae a halt and no' a thing would grow
if it was nae for the workers in their wellies

(chorus)

Now Edward Heath and Wilson, they have nae made a hit
They're ruinin' this country, mair than just a bit
If they keep on the way they're goin', we'll all be in the ****
So ya be'er get yer feet in yer wellies!