Bonnie Scotch Ladies

Oh ! The swirl o the kilt ! The Maid There was an old maid of Pitlochary whose morals were truly a mockery For under her bed she'd a fellow instead of the usual porcelain crockery ! to the haunt o the pipe ! The Lady Each time Lady Sutherland swooned Her bosoms popped out like balloons But her butler stands by with a gleam in his eye and lifts them back in with warm spoons !