A Scotsman clad in kilt Left a bar one evening fair One could tell by how he walked He'd drunk more than his share He stumbled on until he could No longer keep his feet And staggered off into the grass To sleep beside the street Ring ding deedle-eedle-i-dee-o Ring die-deedle-o-dee Staggered off into the grass To sleep beside the street Later on, two young and lovely Girls just happed by One says to the other With a twinkle in her eye "See yon sleeping Scotsman So strong and handsome built? I wonder if it's true What they don't wear beneath the kilt." Ring ding deedle-eedle-i-dee-o Ring die-deedle-o-dil Wonder if it's true What they don't wear beneath the kilt They creeped up to the sleeping Scotsman Quiet as could be Lifted up his kilt Above the waist so they could see And there, behold, for them to view Beneath his Scottish skirt Was nothing but what God Had graced him with upon his birth Ring ding deedle-eedle-i-dee-o Ring die-deedle-o-der Nothing but what God Had graced him with upon his birth They marveled for a moment Then one said "We'd best be gone But let's leave a present for our friend Before we move along." So as a gift they left a blue silk ribbon Tied into a bow Around the bonny star Of the Scot's kilt-lifting show Ring ding deedle-eedle-i-dee-o Ring die-deedle-o-doe Around the bonny star Of the Scot's kilt-lifting show The Scotsman woke to nature's call And stumbled toward the trees Behind a bush he lifts his kilt And he gawks at what he sees Then in a startled voice he says To what's before his eyes: "My friend, I don't know where ya been But I see you won first prize!" Ring ding deedle-eedle-i-dee-o Ring die-deedle-o-die Friend, I don't know where ya been But I see you won first prize!