|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.
Chorus: Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh,
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by,
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be;
They marveled for a moment, then one said: “We must be gone.
Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call, and stumbled towards the trees.