His fame is far and wide, liken to an ocean's tide.
Though he wear a boyish mask, he's still a Scotsman at his task;
With brogue deep and melodic, peaceful at times, even hypnotic.

Yet in the same tone, he has shown…
A side that is more bawdy and bold.
Which makes the girls feel "naughty"… or so I am told.

Ice blue and crisp his eye, He knows the name of all who pass by.
He sings songs that bring laughter and shed a tear;
If one is willing to listen, as well as buy a beer.

He sings songs, tells stories, of his homeland and all her glories.
Caledonia he is your son, his love for you is second to none!
Whatever road he is bound, in your arms he remains safe and sound.

James is a Scotsman through and through.
One need not look under his kilt to see if thats true.
For any man can wear a kilt, and show the world what God hath built.

A brave few have asked to see, and its not what you may think it to be…
For what he has, is a rather large part…
Of what makes a Scotsman, a Scotsman… and that's the size of his heart!

Inspired by: God
Dedicated to: James "JJ" Smith
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