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Big Angus MacGrue
Came down a highlander, From Scotland's lofty green. Never was one so manly, As this Scottish lad, Big Angus MacGrue. Marching off to win him a British lass, Courted by a Frenchman too. Queried the smooth talking Frenchman, "Fair maiden, which one say you? Me...or Big Angus MacGrue? Note well his skirt, no man is he. A fair handmaiden he'd make for you. Let's see the stuff he's made of." Laughing, with the tip of his sword, The Frenchman lifted the kilt Of Big Angus MacGrue. Squealed the maiden, nearly fainting away, "Big Angus! Big Angus! I choose you!" To win fair lady, remember Big Angus MacGrue, A real man needs to utter not a word, A simple lifting of his kilt will do. |