We Are Scottish

The men they proudly wore their philibegs Showing off their white and hairy legs From the highlands they came and they did trot I wonder when they piss, do they stand or do they squat. Proudly they all stood while wearing their kilts Which reminded me a lot of my grandma's quilts, Then at my remark a Highlander flashed his hairy bum Then he replied with a shout; "I am a Scotsman! ". The ladies they too wore their highland dress With sash and ghillie they were ready to impress Shaven legs underneath their tartan skirts With pride and delight I released many excited flirts. The bagpipes played and with a lassie I wanted to dance She turned me away, she wouldn't give me a chance, A Scottish woman is the lassie that will not to be outdone She then shouted and said, "I am the wife of a Scotsman! ". The men they wore the flag of Saint Andrew, the Saltire To provoke pride and honor and also to inspire The ladies carried a bouquet of the Heather and the Scottish thistle I clapped and shouted and then I gave out a whistle. As I stood and watched upon the streets of Edinburgh I saw and felt the honor and pride of each Highlander, I looked and I knew they were not prude or snobbish They replied to me in honor and pride, "We are Scottish". Randy L. McClave