Dedicated to Beggars Row Scottish Band
We’re clapping hands to say
That we are getting simply mad –
Not only happy, gay.
I feel like born to Scottish life
To wearing Scottish kilt;
Forgetting troubles, fears and strife
When dancing, stamping feet.
The sounds of fiddle, drums and pipes,
The voices touching heart,
Your faces fair and merry eyes,
Your music sweet and bright.
In other words, my love is true
And every day it grows:
I wish that I were there with you,
But I know that’s the way life goes…
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