What I ask is what is there to be for a good Scottish boy? I got no O in ma blood. I am a Mc. Canon. I don't slumber away the day under no bleedin' shamrock. No green bolar on ma round top. No clay pipe twixt ma fine full scottish lips. We may shoot wuth the same gun, but I walk alone in the the world, wuth naught but the ghosts of ma fathers to keep ma company. You think abou' that.Originally Posted by KillRoy



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