They will, won't they?

Then there's this old thing I tossed off as part of a series about places my family had lived:

There was a young butcher named Moshe
Who went with a Jewess from Scotia.
She said that his meat
Was pleasant to eat,
But, frankly, it wasn't quite kosher.

(They lived there before I was born, though, so no, I don't share a hometown with Anonymous Leader.)