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I heard this sung a couple of weeks ago by an opera baritone who really hammed it up. It's called "The Sleeping Scotsman"; probably by Robert Burns, although it's officially anonymous.
Anyway...
A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Ring ding diddleiddle i de o Ring di diddley i o He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by, And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye "You see yon sleeping Scotsman so fine and handsome built? I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt."
Ring ding diddleiddle i de o Ring di diddley i o I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.
They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be Then 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
Ring ding diddleiddle i de o Ring di diddley i o 'Twas nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marveled for a moment then one said, "We'd best be gone, But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along." They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow Around the bonnie spar the Scotsman's kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddleiddle i de o Ring di diddley i o Around the bonnie spar the Scotsman's kilt did lift and show
The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree He lifted up his kilt and he gawks at what he sees Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes, "Och lad, I ken not where ye've been, but I see ye won first prize!"
Ring ding diddleiddle i de o Ring di diddley i o "Och lad, I ken not where ye've been, but I see ye won first prize!"
:toast:
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