Tales of the Life and Times of a Northern UK Taxi Driver.
Do they where underware under those kilts? I always heard that they don't. I don't suppose that they would let you have a look!
well I won't be the one to ask maybe you could if you ever meet a scotsman in a kilt. Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair,And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share.He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet,And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by,One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye:"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be;Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see.And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt,Was nothin' more than God had graced him with upon his birth.They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We must be gone.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 star the Scotsman's kilt did lift and show.Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees.Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees.And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes,"Oh, lad I don't know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!"
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