A naïve English maiden called Chloe
Asked a Scotsman in finery show-y:
'What's causing that tilt,
'In your well-woven kilt?'
'Gie us yer hand, and I'll show ye.'
Boru
Asked a Scotsman in finery show-y:
'What's causing that tilt,
'In your well-woven kilt?'
'Gie us yer hand, and I'll show ye.'
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson