The Scotsman

A Scotsman a-wearin' the kilt of his clan, left a bar one evenin' fair,
One could tell by the sway in his stagger, that  he'd drunk far more
than his share. He fumbled and stumbled around until, he couldn't keep his feet,
Then he plodded off, onto the grass, to sleep beside the street.


About that time two lovely girls, by fate, just happened by.
One smiled, and told the other lass, with a twinkle in her eye,
"Ya see that sleepin' Scotsman there, so strong and handsome built,
Well I wonder if it's true or not, that they're bare beneath their kilt?"


They crept up on that sleepin' Scot, as  quiet as could be,
And they lifted up his kilt a tad, so they could plainly see,
And there, behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothing more than God had giv'n, a-layin' there inert.

They marveled for a moment, then they said "We must be gone,
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along."
For a gift they found a ribbon blue, to tie up in a bow,
And to finish off their trickery, they tied it down below.


The Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled toward the trees,
And behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees.
In a happy way he smiles, to say, to what's before his eyes,
"Hey Lad, I don't know where ya been, but I see ya won first prize!

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