Braveheart

Tartan clad, resplendant in just a short skirt
  Hairy parts the modesty, the wind tries to subvert
A" dirk" as sharp that ripped the socks to bits
 "Sporran" where a highlander never keeps a tip

The noise like the cats refuge is on fire
 Bagpipes "scurl" a blown up bladder, dire
  Ginger hair would you wear all that attire
 March ahead across the windy moorland "mire"

To defend the homeland from the "Sassenachs"
A"Claymore" and courage to repel their attacks
William Wallace,  the wild and the wily fox
 Gauntlet of the land those thistles held aloft

 That tale that some may laugh and ridicule
 Whiskeys fire and malt brewed in those "braw" people  

"dirk" short dagger
"sporran" small ornamental purse
"sassenack" english saxon
"claymore" Scottish broadsword
"braw" brave
William Wallace  see Google