 Ring-ding-diddle-iddle-i-dee-oh, ring-da-diddle-i-oh, I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt. They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be, Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see, And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth.