| | Is McKinney Scottish or Irish? Is there a way to tell? It is Celtic, isn't it? By rights I ought to have been a McKinney, but my father's stepfather adopted my father.
Anyway, this amused me...
The Scot's Lament written by Kitty Kennedy Allen & Kennedy Allen or Will Fyffe, depending on to whom you listen.
I’m a Scot and I’m Married, two things I can’t help, I’m Married… but I have no wife…. For she bolted and left me… but that’s nothing new, It happens sa often in life.
So I journeyed ta London, for that’s where she’d gone With her lover to hide her disgrace, And though London’s a big town I swore I’d not rest Till I’d searched every street in the place.
And I tramped… how I tramped… weary mile upon mile, Till exhausted and ready to drop. I would not give in, so I climbed on a bus, And took a front seat on the top.
We came to a halt in a brightly lit square To my joy, there ma lassie I spied, Looking weary and worn but thank Heaven… alone, From my heart, ‘Maggie, Maggie!’ I cried.
She gasped with delight as I rose from ma seat, But a harrowing thought made me wince, I couldna get off… for I’d paid ma fare, And I’ve never caught sight of her since.
Edit: Some things deserve to be squashed, and this piece of the post was one of them.
p.s. If you ever want to test gravity, drop a metal penny bank on your head. Such fun. |
| | Posted 7/1/2004 7:54 AM - 1 view - 1 comments
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