Yir trampin through the heather wi the big tops on the
horizon. The sun's shinin on the dragonflies dartin ower the burn. Yi fancy a cuppa tea so
yi tak oot the paraffin stove and start buildin up the pressure. The bum bees hum the
drone 'n you are 'Pumpin the Tilly'
|You are walking through the heather with the mountains on the horizon. The
sun shines on the dragonflies darting over the water. You feel in need of tea so you take
out your paraffin stove (tilly). The bumble bees hum the drone as you 'Pump the Tilly'.