They wrote a song about Rose - who knew?
The Drunken Scotswoman
Well a Scotswoman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair
And one could tell by how we walked that she drunk more than her share
SHe fumbled round until she could no longer keep her feet
Then she stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
SHe stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely boys just happend by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in his eye
See young sleeping Scotswoman so strong and well built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
They crept up on that sleeping Scotswoman quiet as could be
Lifted up her kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold, for them to view, beneath herbScottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced her with upon her birth
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Was nothing more than God had graced her with upon her birth
They marveled 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 Scots kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show
Now the Scotswoman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree
Behind a bush, she lift her kilt and gawks at what she sees
And in a startled voice she says to what's before hire eyes.
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh
O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize