Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked that he drunk more than his share And on the night when he could no longer keep his feet Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye “Oh, see that sleeping Scotsman so fine and handsome built I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilts” Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh “I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilts”
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as can be And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see And what they beheld before their eyes, beneath his Scottish skirt Why, nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh Nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marveled for a moment, then one said, “I must be gone Let’s leave a present for our friend, before we move along” As a gift they left their blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show
The Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled towards a tree He lifted up his kilt and he gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says, “What’s before me eyes “O lad I don’t know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!” Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh “O lad I don’t know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!”
Our Scottish friend, still clad in kilt, continued down the street He had not gone 10 yards or more when a lass he chanced to meet She said, “I’ve heard what’s under there, now tell me, is it so?” He said, “Reach yer hand up, Miss, if ye’d really like to know!” Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh He said, “Reach yer hand up, Miss, if ye’d really like to know!”
She reached her hand under his kilt, and much to her surprise A smile came to the Scotsman’s face, and a strange look in his eyes She said, “Why, sir, that’s gruesome!” And then she heard him roar “If ye reach yer hand up once again, ye’ll find it’s gruesome more!” Ring dum diddle diddle I de oh, ring dum diddly I oh “Reach yer hand up once again, ye’ll find it’s gruesome more!”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
