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The Scotsman ukulele

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The Scotsman- Byran Bowers

C                          F                          G7                      C
Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
                                   F                                      C                    G7
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
F                                                  C                            G7
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
C                           G7                      F       G7            C
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

F                                                C                        G7
Ring ding diddlediddle ay de o, ring di diddly ay o
C                           G7                      F       G7            C
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

C                        F                                 G7                          C 
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
                         F                 C                      G7
One said to the other with a twinkle in her eye
F                                        
See yon sleeping Scotsman
C                                      G7 
So strong and handsome built
C                     F                               G7                       C
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

F                                                 C                         G7
Ring ding diddlediddle ay de o, ring di diddly ay o
C                      F                              G7                       C
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt


C                                F
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman
G7                   C
Quiet as could be
                  F                           C                    G7
And lifted up his Kilt an inch so they could see
F                                             C                                       G7
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
C                            F                                       G7                  C
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth




F                                                 C                         G7
Ring ding diddlediddle ay de o, ring di diddly ay o
C                            F                                       G7                  C
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

C                               F
They marveled for a moment
                G7                      C 
Then one said we must be gone
                     F                      C                                  G7
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
F                                           C                           G7
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
C                            F                                   G7               C
Around the bonnie star the Scotsman's kilt did lift and show

F                                                 C                         G7
Ring ding diddlediddle ay de o, ring di diddly ay o
C                            F                                   G7               C
Around the bonnie star the Scotsman's kilt did lift and show

C                                          F
Now the Scotsman woke to natures call
        G7                          C
And stumbled toward a tree
                               F
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt
         C                         G7 
And gawks at what he sees
F                                         
And in a startled voice he says
C                               G7
To what's before his eyes
C                        F                                      G7                       C
Ach, lad I don't no where ya've been but I see ya won first prize

            
            
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