Re: Blacks in Kilts in Period - (A Song!)

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Ask, good Magnus, and ye shall receive.....

The Stealing of the Kilt

by Rhiannon Bloodsong, Ceridwen ferch Owain, Ravyn, Hilary of Fairhaven,
Cailgaigch and Constantine.  "I'm sure there were others," says Mistress
Ceridwen, "but I can't remember now....(the song was) written approximately
somewhere between 1986 and 88...."

[To the tune of "Rising of the Moon"; by the way, not a true story.....]

Well tell me, won't you, Calgaigch
Now where you goin' so fast?
"I'm goin' to get some clothes on,
'Cause I'm freezin' off my ass,
While I was in the shower, some lousy low-down jerk
Came in and walked away with my dandy Scottish skirt!"

Chorus:   The stealin' of the kilt, me lads
               The stealin' of the kilt
                And Calgaich's gonna kill you for
                The stealin' of the kilt

As he was walkin' through the camp
A-callin' for his wife
He was wearing nothing but his boots and fighting knife
Every camp he passed through,
If their spirits were a-flaggin'
They cheered right up to see that
Mr. Happy was a-waggin'

Chorus

As he was walkin' o'er the bridge
In the shadows he did slink
He met a buxom lady, and her cheeks went all a-pink
He said, "You're lovely when you blush,
But I must say adieu,
For though your cheeks are rosy red,
My cheeks are turning blue."

Chorus

Along came Princess Nyan-Nyan,
A-shiverin' from the cold
She took one look at him and said,
"My lord, the Scots are bold!
Though you be wearin' nothin'
But a dagger and a boot,
You've not forgot your manners -
You remembered to salute!"

Chorus

He finally snuck into his camp
Where his lady did await
He didn't want to wake her
'Cause he was returning late
As he crept into the bed
Hilary cried out in fright,
"My lord, it must be frozen,
"Cause its giving me frostbite!"

Chorus

The next day at the break of dawn
When Calgaigch did arise
He staggered out and looked around 
And couldn't believe his eyes-
A crowd had gathered on the green
Their laughing cries did lilt
For from the barony's flagpole
There flew a frozen kilt.

Chorus

Calgaigch's fury was aroused
He gave a mighty shout,
"Though none of you will take the blame,
I'll surely find it out,"
And as he looked around he said,
"I think I smell a rat-
'Cause Timoch's trying to hide a smirk
Beneath his big black hat."

Chorus

He turned and grabbed the naughty Dane
Who'd done the awful deed
He said, "There's but one way to deal 
With one of such ill-breed-
If you would cool my temper ,
And absolve yourself from guilt,
You'd best climb up that flagpole fast
And fetch me down my kilt."

Chorus

NOTES:

Calgaigch, (pronounced "Kay-lich" with that Germanic throat clearing sound at
the end) is Mistress Hilary of Fairehaven's husband.  They were in Attilium
for a long time ....

"After we had written "Madoc's Lament," Mistress Ceridwen continues,
"Calgaigch whined that he didn't have a song of his own..so we wrote him one.
We just decided to blame Timoch in the song because he wasn't there to defend
himself<g>.  The funny thing is that people swear up and down that they were
at that event where it happened...its COMPLETELY fiction......."

In service to the Lore of this strange extended family of ours,
Ursula von Bremen

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