A young Scotch lass eyed off her new neighbour;
Big, brawny from manual labour.
Her hands round his hilt,
From the tilt of his kilt,
Would, by God, be like tossing the caber!
Tag: Scottish limerick
In a Scottish glen
Her smock slashed by the dirk of the laird,
Naked, flushed, she defiantly stared;
For the prideĀ of her clan,
She would best any man,
In a fight or a fuck, if he dared!
Highland fling
Scottish ways, to some folk, may seem foreign;
A Scottish lass, say, for a florin,
If asked the right way,
Wouldn’t likely say nae
To a taste of what’s under theĀ sporran!