The Waggle O' The Kilt
Sir H. Lauder


I'll never forget the day I went and join'd the 'Ninety third',
The chums I used to run with said they thought I looked absurd,
They saluted me, and gather'd round me in a ring,
And as I wagg'd my tartan kilt the a' began to sing,

He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie,
Private Jack McDade.
There's not another soger like him in the Scotch Brigade.
Rear'd amang the heather, you can see he's Scottish built
By wig, wig, wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt.

I'll never forget the day we were order'd on review,
The King came down to see us, and the Queen was with him too,
As I march'd by the royal coach the King just shook his head,
The Queen put on her royal spec's and look'd at me and said,

He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie,
Private Jack McDade.
There's not another soger like him in the Scotch Brigade.
Rear'd amang the heather, you can see he's Scottish built
By wig, wig, wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt.

I'll never forget the day we went away to camp.
The sun was hot, I drank a lot, I was nearly dead with cramp,
I'm very nearly certain sure I would have died that day,
But the thing that saved my life was when the band began to play,

He's a braw braw Hielan' laddie,
Private Jack McDade.
There's not another soger like him in the Scotch Brigade.
Rear'd amang the heather, you can see he's Scottish built
By wig, wig, wiggle, wiggle, waggle o' the kilt.

One of many 'hit' songs written by Sir Harry Lauder for the music hall stage.

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