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The Scotsman's Kilt - extra verses

Written by Mike Cross, I learned this by listening to Bryan Bowers - the master auto harpist. I apologize to any Scottish people - its all in fun, I know you must be rolling your eyes and sick of this one. I'm not sure who wrote the final four verses, I think they evolved from various ren faires. Verse: C G C G C G C G F C F G C G C F G C Chorus: F C G C G C F G C Oh a Scotsman tried and true left the bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked he'd had more than his share He stumbled round 'til he could no longer keep his feet Then he stumbled off unto the grass to sleep beside a stream. Well about that time two young and lovely ladies happened by And one said to the other, with a twinkle in her eye "Oh see yon sleepy Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?" "Well I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilts Well they snuck up to that sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be And they lifted up his kilt a little bit so they might see And there for them to behold, beneath that Scottish skirt, Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth. Well they marveled for a moment, then one said, "We must be gone." "Well 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 sword the Scotsman's kilt beneath did show. Well the Scotsman a little later, he awoke to nature's call And as he lifted up his kilt, what he gawked at what he saw, And in a strangled voice, he said, "I can't believe me eyes!" " I don't know where ye been, me lad, but I see ye took first prize!" Our Scottish friend still clad in kilt continued down the street And he hadn't gone a mile before a girl he chanced to meet. She said "I hear what's under there, tell me is it so?" He said "Just slip your hand up miss if you'd really like to know." She slipped her hand beneath his kilt and much to her surprise The Scotsman smiled and a very strange look came into his eyes. She said "Oh, sir that's gruesome!" and then she heard him roar "If you slip your hand up once again you'll find it's grew some more!" His fingers steeled with drink were not, his head still spinning round He could not loose the knot, and so he left it as 'twas found And when his wife did spy on that fair stem what flower grows It peaked her curiosity, as well you might suppose. And When she asked the Scotsman where he'd been and what he'd done He said there'd been a contest at the pub, and he had won Said she "how could you show that thing, in front of all those men?" He said "I did ne' show it all my lassie, just enough to win"