A Highland Clash

[Verse] In a wee pub on a stormy night Scot and Frenchman had a fight Kilted lad and snobby chap It was bound to be a scrap [Verse 2] One said haggis one said wine Neither thought the other fine Guinness pint in tartan hand French man couldn't quite withstand [Chorus] Oi laddie this is my land France got nothing understand Highland pride and bonnie face Frenchman lost this whisky chase [Verse 3] Out the door they stumbled fast Streets alive with folks aghast Scotsman roared his Gaelic loud Frenchman tried to stir the crowd [Bridge] Bagpipes played a rowdy tune Moonlit fight under the moon Swinging fists a kilt did fly One was grounded on the sky [Verse 4] Kilted Scot he stood so proud Bellowed out for all the crowd Frenchman groaned in pure defeat Scotland claims another feat