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Hehe yes I have it on my ipod. Here are the lyrics Well a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair And one could tell by how we walked that he drunk more than his share He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly 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 see, beneath his Scottish skirt Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh Around the bonnie star, the Scots kilt did lift and show Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes. O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize Ring ding diddle diddle I de oh ring di diddly I oh O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize
Me too, but I can't remember how it goes! Do you still have it?!
Thanks qimi!
the summer, and my eyes finally began drifting closed as he sang a tale of a drunken Irishman who fell asleep in the bushes and woke up with a bow tied on his . . . yeah. LOL I LOVE that song! I have an obcession with Irish Drinking songs, and that is one of my favorites. My boyfrined first sent it to me and it cracks me up everytime.
I think it is a little better. Good one, skib. I never want to wake up; I'd love to live in my dreams all the time.
And thank you, sir! It turned out quite well.
Thanks Skib.
I think its still going the direction I want it to.
Yeah, I looked at that and didn't like it. I think I might try to leave the whole 'dream' part of it to the readers intuition. You're really on top of things, Virg!
Telling the reader the theme with that last line is a let down for me. How's this: The echoes of yesterday The yelling, the screaming, the cussing. Were they dreams or a record repeating in my brain?
How's that?
Thank you!
I liked this poem skib -- my favorite stanza is this one: Greeted by the covered windows Pale walls Dirty clothes Unwanted reminders of the day to come I'm a sucker for simple, detailed description and this stanza has that. It also carries the dreary mood of the poem.
Hmm . . . I will take these all into consideration as I head once more into the world of dreams. I like the opening of the eyelids one, but I don't know how to match the tense without ruining the mood. I guess I have a good twenty minute shower to mull it over. Thank you for the ideas!
You can project ahead to the job or to getting out of bed or openning the eyelids and having to fache morning. Any of those grab you?
I thought about that (as hard as I could having just woken up) but that's kind of why I wrote it- the dread of leaving that (those) images behind. To me, if I cut the last stanza, it wouldn't feel finished. Any ideas on how I could finish it? Thank you, as always- I do appreciate your input!
Nice Skib. I think if you dropped that last stanza it might actually be better. I've never been much for repetition as a conclusion. Kind of nicer to leave off with the image of the girl and the wild flowers.
Work. And so I could write a poem to share with my friends on Litnet!
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