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An American gentleman was refused permission to play golf because he was wearing a kilt. This song was written in his honour!

On Dr Jeffrey Foster's Dismissal from Royal Troon Golf Club (for an apparel violation).

Allegro ma non Troppo.
Tune; Donald, where's yer troosers?

Oh, I've just come in from the USA,
Real proud of my Scottish ancestray,
So I dress for Golf in an ethnic way
Which means no pants, nor trousers!

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low,
Round the links in the Kilt I go,
But Troon's Royal Secretary said
"Hullo... Foster! Whaur's yer troosers?"

Said I: pray don't get in a fleg
This here's my family philabeg!
Said he: I ken, I can see yer legs!
Golf, Sir, is played in troosers…

Said I: the Kilt is my delight
(Except in a gale, for it ain't airtight)
But hey, this thing is my birthright!
So shove your Rules - and trousers!

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low,
Back to the States in my kilt I'll go
Where all the honeys yell Yeeee Ho!
Jeffrey, where's your troosers!

Anon.