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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{The Scotsman}[by=Mike Cross]
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\beginverse
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Well a \[C]Scotsman clad in \[F]kilt
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left a \[G]bar on evening \[C]fair
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And \[C]one could tell by \[F]how he walked
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that he'd \[C]drunk more than his \[G]share
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He \[F]fumbled round un\[C]til he could
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no \[F]longer keep his \[G]feet
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Then he \[C]stumbled \[G]off in\[C]to the \[F]grass
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to \[G]sleep beside the \[C]street
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\[F]Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh
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\[C]ring di diddly I \[G]oh
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He \[C]stumbled \[G]off in\[C]to the \[F]grass
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to \[G]sleep beside the \[C]street
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by
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And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
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See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
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I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
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I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
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Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
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And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Scottish skirt
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Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
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Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
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Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along
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As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
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Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
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Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree
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Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees
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And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.
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O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
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Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
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O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
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\endverse
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\endsong
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