How grand the human race would be
If every man would wear a kilt,
A flirt of Tartan finery,
Instead of trousers, custom built!
Nay, do not think I speak to joke:
(You know I’m not that kind of man),
I am convinced that all men folk.
Should wear the costume of a Clan.
A Song For Kilts from Carols Of An Old Codger, by Robert Service (1874-1958) © 1998-2007 Poetry X
