Clad in garb, plaid in Scottish mad,
His hair a wild, untamed mass,
His laughs abound, a boisterous lad.
From dawn till dusk, with joy contagious,
His antics bring a mirth contagious,
His words spill forth, a wondrous batch,
A gift from gods, that Scottish lad.
No pomp nor frill does ha attach,
His humor spills, a hearty catch,
His stories flow, a magic charm,
His joy unbridl'd, a Scottish charm.
In highland glens, his voice rings strong,
His ballads soar, a joyful throng,
His spirit roams, forever young,
A Scottish bard, his tales unsung.
So raise a glass and toast this lad,
His Scottish wit, a jolly cad,
May laughter bloom wherever ha trod,
A timeless soul, this highland lad.