Hey crofter, I hope I am allowed to throw some bait into the shrubbery in the hope of flushing some game.
Hush! I think I can hear a sing-song in progress around the campfire . . .
As I ran up to Scotland, upon a market day
I spied the biggest haggis, sir, that ever was fed on hay.
Chorus:
Hey ringle dangle, hey ringle day
It was the biggest haggis, sir, that ever was fed on hay.
The horns upon this haggis, sir, they reached as far as Troon
A lad ran up in April and didn't get down 'til June.
Chorus:
And now my song is over, you've just got time for drinks
Just sip your scotch and water and try to guess those links.