It's The Tilt Of A Kilt (Sung As A Jig)

7 1 0
                                    

(A Scottish Lament)

The day I met you bonny lass
Me heart lept so high
I couldn't believe you'd be my gal
And I would be your guy

Finally we could do the thing
No longer had to hide
I became your anxious groom
And you me blushing bride

Alas, alas, time has come
To act the love we felt
I now please the lucky man underneath me kilt
So proud is he all day long in givin kilt its tilt
Then home I do the deed and all our tensions melt

But I must say I rue the day you gaze upon me kilt
Say Shawn, me love, whatever has happened to your tilt
God knows I love ya, and love this life we've built, but I'm afraid I've become accustomed to a tilt, so....

Good-bye me love, I'm sorry that your lucky man has wilt
Good-bye dear Shawn, I'm sorry but I need a tilting kilt

I hate to leave and what me leaving does to you
I never ever wanted to become such a shrew
It makes me sad to think of biding you adieu
But I'm afraid, now, only a tilting kilt will do

Songs by Willie LudwigWhere stories live. Discover now