The Scotsman

Well, a Scotsman clad in kilts, left a bar one evening fair

One could tell by how he walked, that he'd drunk more than his share

He tumbled on until he could no longer keep his feet

Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring-ding diddle-diddle, oh, oh, ring die-diddle, oh

He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Later on, two young and lovely girls just happened by

One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye

See young sleeping Scotsman, so young and handsome built

I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilts

Ring-ding diddle-diddle, oh, oh, ring die-diddle, oh

I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilts

They crept up on the sleeping Scotsman, quiet as can be

And lifted up his kilt above the knee so they could see

And there, behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt

'Twas nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth

Ring-ding diddle-diddle, oh, oh, ring die-diddle, oh

'Twas nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then said, "We must be gone"

Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along

As a gift, they left a blue ribbon, tied into a bow

Around the bonny star that Scott's kilt lifting showed

Ring-ding diddle-diddle, oh, oh, ring die-diddle, oh

Oh, around the bonny star that Scott's kilt lifting showed

Well, the Scotsman awoke to nature's call and stumbled to the trees

Behind a bush, he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees

Then in a startled voice, he says to what's before his eyes

Oh, Lad, I don't know where you been, but I see that you won first prize

Ring-ding diddle-diddle, oh, oh, ring die-diddle, oh

Oh, Lad, I don't know where you been, but I see that you won first prize

Tom Hagerty