Scottish Farmer

A Scottish old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man. 

Old Man:

"Lad, look out there to the field.  Do ya see that fence?  Look how 
wellit's built.  I built that fence stone by stone with me
own two hands.  Piled it for months.  But do they call me 
McGregor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo.."

Then the old man gestured at the bar. 

"Look here at the bar.  Do ya see how smooth and just it is?  I planed that
surface down by me own achin' back.  I carved that wood with me own hard 
labour, for eight days.  But do they call me McGregor-the-Bar-builder? 

Then the old man points out the window. 

"Eh, Laddy, look out to sea.  Do ya see that pier that stretches out as
far as the eye can see?  I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I 
nailed it board by board.  But do they call me McGregor-the-Pier-Builder? 

Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is 
paying attention.

"But ya fuck one goat . . . "