kat, Mudcat serendipity strikes again!

I remember Walt Robertson singing a thing called The Scotch Tattooed Lady, which starts out

I paid a bob to see
A Scotch tattooed lad-ee
She was a sight to see
Tattooed from head to knee

and winds up with

. . . But what I like best
Was right across her chest:
My home in Tennessee!

Obviously the same song, with "folk processed" differences. Walt had a couple more verses, detailing illustrations on other portions of the lady's anatomy, but I can't call them to mind right now. What you posted above may give me enough to reconstruct the way Walt sang it. This was one of many songs I wanted, but never got around to swiping from him. I suspect that some of the others might be floating around out there, too!

Thank you!

Don Firth