Devils In Skirts Poem by Alexander Steen Stewart

Many's the time my honour's been,
Dented or otherwise insulted,
And though I go to lengths to avoid a scene,
That's often how it's resulted.

But often I've opposing views:
On whether my honour I should defend,
Or let my softer morals choose,
How best my pique I should portend.

So what's a man to do when faced with this,
Between his honour and his morals?
I often resolve it with a 'Glesga kiss',
The gentlest way a Scotsman may end his quarrels.

So remember when faced with devils in skirts,
Their farewells often cause your head to hurt.