I could not find where this had been posted before.
I'm sure it should be moved to Music or highland dress?
If it's a repost it's still worth reading for us newbies!

The Song of the Kilt.
Kenneth Mackenzie. Born 1758

My darling is the philabeg,
With scarlet hosen for the leg,
And the spotten durtal coat so trig,
And the head blue-bonneted

The wimpled kilt be mine to wear,
Confusion take the breechen gear,
My limbs be gerrerless and bare,
And not like Saxon donnot-led.*

Oh, well I love the eididh ** free,
When it sends me bounding on the lea,
Or up the brae so merrily,
There’s ne’er a darg that wonnet speed.

Give me the plaid, and on the hill
I’ll watch my turn, a se’ennight’s spell,
And not a shiver from the chill
Shall pierce my trusty coverlet.

And for the tartan’s lively flame,
In glen or clachan ‘tis the same,
Alike it ;leases lass and Dame—
Unmatched its glories ever yet.

And when I marshal to the feast,
With deer skin belt around my waist,
And in its fold a dirk embraced,
Then Roland match shall Oliver.

*Hen-Pecked **Highland Garb