There was a young lady of Wilts,
Who walked up to Scotland on stilts;
When they said it was shocking
To show so much stocking
She answered: 'Then what about kilts?'
More verses by William Cosmo Monkhouse
- The Christ Upon The Hill
- The Dream Of The World Without Death
- Spring Song In The City
- There Once Was An Old Monk Of Basing
- There Was A Young Lady Of Wilts