O A Scotsman dressed all in his kilt, left the bar one evenin fair
You could tell by the way he walked
That hed had more than his share
He staggered off until he could no longer keep his feet
and he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About this time two young and lovely girls came passin by
Said one unto the other witha twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if its true that he wears nothing neath his kilt
So they crept up on that sleeping scotsman quiet as could be
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
Lo and behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth
They marvled for a moment and said "we must be gone
lets leave for him a souvenir before we travel on"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied up in a bow
Around the bonny star the scotsman's kilt did lift and show
Well the Scotsman rose to nature's call and headed for the trees
He lifted up his kilt and then he gawks at what he sees
And in his drunken voice he says to whats before his eyes
"Oh lad i dont know where ya been but I see ya won first prise!"
You could tell by the way he walked
That hed had more than his share
He staggered off until he could no longer keep his feet
and he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About this time two young and lovely girls came passin by
Said one unto the other witha twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if its true that he wears nothing neath his kilt
So they crept up on that sleeping scotsman quiet as could be
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
Lo and behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had blessed him with upon his birth
They marvled for a moment and said "we must be gone
lets leave for him a souvenir before we travel on"
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied up in a bow
Around the bonny star the scotsman's kilt did lift and show
Well the Scotsman rose to nature's call and headed for the trees
He lifted up his kilt and then he gawks at what he sees
And in his drunken voice he says to whats before his eyes
"Oh lad i dont know where ya been but I see ya won first prise!"

"Enjoy this day O cowardly souls, for ye shall be hunted, and ye shall be taken, and ye shall face justice at the fury of man and the dark embrace of the slain. So sleep ye well for the time you may, for your day of judgement is close at hand."--Crimson
We shall never forget...

