Maybe he'll sing this song to our lefty:
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I.
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry!
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear.
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
To be really effective, a true Scotsman (or Scotswoman) should read it!
My father-in-law, who was born in India of Scottish parents, wearing a full kilt of the MacDonald clan, read this poem at his youngest son's wedding in September of 2007, using all the Scottish burrs and rolling of the vowels and the Rs. The groom was also wearing a full MacDonald Clan kilt. My husband and his older brother refused to wear kilts. They looked good but much less dashing in their suits and ties!
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