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C J Dennis - Kilts, Ye Ken
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Noo, ye ken, we`ll see `em agen,
   Waggling doon the street,
While the baton twirls an` the piper skirls
   To the beat of the marching feet.
Left -- right -- glimmerin` bright,
   Buttons and cairngorms shine;
While the pipes give forth "The Cock o` the North" --
   Ho!  The kilts are in the line!
 
Far an` faint ye hear the plaint
   Comin` adoon the breeze,
Closer it comes, wi` the crackle o` drums
   An` the lift o` the naked knees.
Left -- right -- was ever a sight
   Finer by burn or glen?
Wi` the tunes ye know, like the auld "Keel Row" --
   `Tis the march o` the Cameron men.
 
Pageantry it ever shall be
   An asset in any land.
But the lad who`s built to carry a kilt -
   Losh, mon!  But he is grand;
Steppin` along to some auld song --
   Or a war chant tipped wi` flame.
`Tis the kilt -- the kilt!  An` the pibroch`s lilt
   Callin` us -- callin` us hame.
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