oh a scotsman clad in kilt left th' bar one evenin' fair
an' one could tell by how he walked that he drunk more than his share
he staggered 'long until he could no longer keep his feet
an' he stumbled off into the scrub to sleep beside the street

their faces gaunt
their eyes were blurred
their shirts all soaked with sweat
they're riding hard to catch that herd
but they ain't caught 'em yet
"See that sleepin' scotsman
so tall an' hansome built
Ah wonder if it's true what they
don't wear beneath the kilt"

[chorus] YIPPIE YI YAY
YIPPIE YI YOH
GHOST RAHDERS IN TH' SKAH

they crept up on that sleepin' scotsman quiet as could be
an' lifted up his kilt about in inch so they could see
as a gift they left a bright blue ribbon
tied into a bow
around the star the sleepin' scot's
kilt did lift and show

as the riders loped on by him
he stumbled toward a tree
behind the bush he lifts his kilt an' he gawks at what he sees
an' in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
och lad, dinnae ken where ya been
but Ah see ye won first prize!

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