At lunchtime of course.

It’s a tribute to the crazy weather of late.

You’d never keep a brolly up in that

As I was sitting at my desk one day
I looked out the window
It’s a dirty old day for the month of May
The trees are blowin’
The wind is a howlin’
It’s lashing out of the heavens

Oh you wouldn’t put a brolly up in that
Oh you’d never keep a brolly up in that
No you’d never keep a brolly up in that

I put on me coat, waved bye bye
Went out the door,
And took a look at the sky

Oh you wouldn’t put a brolly up in that
Oh you’d never keep a brolly up in that
No you’d never keep a brolly up in that

Sure I was walking only walking
Down the street to the beat
Of my lonely auld heart
But sure I couldn’t start a crying
No a couldn’t start a crying
As I couldn’t get my brolly up in that

Oh you wouldn’t put a brolly up in that
Oh you’d never keep a brolly up in that
No you’d never keep a brolly up in that

I saw a wee girl tripping down the street
She landed on her arse and she landed on her feet
I saw her brolly flying off in the rain
And I just couldn’t help myself from sayin’
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sure you’d never keep a brolly up in that

Oh you wouldn’t put a brolly up in that
Oh you’d never keep a brolly up in that
No you’d never keep a brolly up in that

YOU’D NEVER KEEP A BROLLY UP IN THAT!!

Written by Sue, Miriam, Katherine