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The Drunk Scotsman
Traditioneel schots lied
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt Left a bar on evening fair And one could tell by how we walked That he'd drunk more than his share He fumbled 'round until he could No longer keep his feet Then he stumbled off into the grass To sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh He stumbled off into the grass To sleep beside the street
About that time two young and Lovely girls just happend by And 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"
Bij de volgende refreinen worden de laatste twee zinnen vervangen door de laatste twee van de voorgaande strofe.
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
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 Scots kilt did lift and show
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call And stumbled towards a tree Behind a bush, he lift his kilt And gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says To what's before his eyes. "O lad I don't know where you've been But I see you won first prize"
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