MacGregor

A young Irishman sits down for a pint at his local pub, and soon the Scot on the stool next to him strikes up a conversation.


You see the fishing pier out that window? asks the Scot.
I built that pier with me own bare hands.
But do they call me 'MacGregor the Pier-maker?' No.
And he takes a drink of his whisky.


You see the beautiful bar you're seated at?
I planed it down with me own achin' back.
But do they call me 'MacGregor the Bar-maker?' No. No!
And he takes a drink of his whisky.


You see that long, stone fence in the distance?
I built that fence by meself, stone upon stone.
But do they call me 'MacGregor the Fence-maker?' No. No! NO!
And he takes a drink of his whisky.


But you fook one goat.................