Three women were walking along a road when they spied a man in full kilt lying drunk in a ditch. They wondered who he might be but his face was under the roadside brush and obscured by mud. One of the women took a stick and carefully lifted the hem of the man's kilt. After a long hard look she let the hem drop and said, "Weel, he isnae my husband." The second woman took the stick and glanced under the kilt. She let the hem drop and said, "Ye're right!" The third woman took a look and said, "He isnae e'en from our village!"