Waggle o’ the kilt
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1. I'll never forget the day I went and join'd the "Ninety
third",
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the
chums I used to run with said they thought I look'd absurd.
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As they saluted me, and
gather'd round me in a ring,
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and
as I wagg'd my tartan kilt they a' began to sing.
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He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie, Private Jock McDade,
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there's not anither soger like him in
the Scotch Brigade.
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Rear'd amang
the heather, you can see he's Scottish built,
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by the wig, wig, wiggle, wiggle,
waggle o' the kilt.
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2. I'll never forget the day we were order'd on review,
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the
King came down to see us, and the Queen was with him too.
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As I march'd by the royal
coach, the King just shook his head,
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the
Queen put on her royal spec's and look'd at me and said :
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3. I'll never forget the day we went away to camp,
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the
sun was hot, and I drank a lot, I was nearly dead with cramp.
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I'm very nearly certain sure I
would have died that day,
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but
the thing that saved my life was when the band began to play.
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(Sir Harry Lauder)