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The Drunken Scotsman

Various Artists B chọn điệu

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Capo 4
Well, [G]Scotsman clad in [Em]kilt, left the [D]bar one evenin' [G]fair.
And [D]one could tell by [Em]how he walked, that he'd drunk more than his [D]share.
He [D]fumbled 'round until he could no [Em]longer keep his [D]feet,
Then he stumbled off in[Em]to the grass to [D]sleep beside the [G]street.
[Em]Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-aye-dee-oh! [D]Ring-die-diddilee-aye-oh!
He stumbled off in[Em]to the grass to [D]sleep beside the [G]street.
 
A[G]bout that time, two [Em]young and lovely [D]girls just happened [G]by.
One [D]says to the [Em]other with a twinkle in her [D]eye:
[D]"See yon sleeping Scotsman so [Em]strong and handsome [D]built?
I wonder if it's [Em]true what they don't [D]wear beneath the [G]kilt?"
[Em]Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-aye-dee-oh! [D]Ring-die-diddilee-aye-oh!
"I wonder if it's [Em]true what they don't [D]wear beneath the [G]kilt?"
 
They [G]crept up on that [Em]sleeping Scotsman [D]quiet as could [G]be.
[D]Lifted up his [Em]kilt about an inch so they could [D]see.
And [D]there behold for [Em]them to view beneath his Scottish [D]skirt
Was [D]nothing more than [Em]God had graced [D]him with upon his [G]birth.
[Em]Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-aye-dee-oh! [D]Ring-die-diddilee-aye-oh!
Was [D]nothing more than [Em]God had graced [D]him with upon his [G]birth.
 
They [G]marveled for a [Em]moment then one [D]said: "We must be [G]gone.
Let's [D]leave a present [Em]for our friend before we move a[D]long."
As a [D]gift, they left a [Em]blue silk ribbon tied into a [D]bow.
Around the bonny [Em]star the Scot's [D]kilt did lift and [G]show.
[Em]Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-aye-dee-oh! [D]Ring-die-diddilee-aye-oh!
Around the bonny [Em]star the Scot's [D]kilt did lift and [G]show.
 
Now the [G]Scotsman woke to [Em]nature's call and [D]stumbled towards the [G]trees.
Behind the bush, he [Em]lifts his kilt and gawks at what he [D]sees.
And [D]in a startled [Em]voice, he says to what's before his [D]eyes:
"Well, lad, I don't know [Em]where you've been but I [D]see you've won first [G]prize!"
[Em]Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-aye-dee-oh! [D]Ring-die-diddilee-aye-oh!
"Well, lad, I don't know [Em]where you've been but I [D]see you've won first [G]prize!"

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