The Scotsman’s Song

Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he’d drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Ring-ding diddle diddle aye-dee-oh
Ring di-diddle-aye-oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
One says to the other, with a twinkle in her eye
‘See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt.’

Ring-ding diddle diddle aye-dee-oh
Ring di-diddlee-aye-oh
‘I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt.’

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see

And there behold for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

Ring-ding diddle diddle aye-dee-oh
Ring di-diddlee-aye-oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.

They marveled for a moment then one said, ‘We must be gone.
Let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along.’
As a gift, they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show

Ring-ding diddle diddle aye-dee-oh
Ring di-diddlee-aye-oh
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show

Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call

And stumbled towards a tree
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice, he said to what’s before his eyes

‘Lad, I don’t know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!’

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