We Are Scottish - Poem by Randy McClave
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
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