Kilroy left. He phoned home with ET & took off.
(Lovin' the avatar, 'beth!)
Take back your mink
Take back your pearls
What made you think
That I was one of those girls?
Take back the gown
The gloves and the hat
I may be down
But I'm not flat as all that.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon
To see the wood-bine twine,
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my fause luver staw my rose
But left the thorn wi' me.
{{a sad Bobby Burns........}}
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Burn that bra lady - NOW
Road to the Isles
The far Coolins are pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromack to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Chorus:
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch
And Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart
The braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Coolins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' my cromack to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck
And bracken for a wink on Mother knee.
It's the blue islands are pullin' me away
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame;
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lewis
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
One of my favourite Scotish Songs
Rhymesters and Poetasters
On a chair under a waterfall.
... better than in a barrel going over it!
That's about as useful as a bucket under a bull!
Milking a bull can be hazardous to your health.
The truth is stranger than fiction.
politics make strange bed fellows
