Stuck in My Head

It's amazing what you hear over and over and over and over while you're babysitting.
Yes, I am posting song lyrics. Don't read them unless you want to be transported to Scotland and green rolling hills and cute accents and memories of castles and sheep poo and Nessie.


By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond

Oh ye'll tak' the high road An’ I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

We'll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin’

Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t'ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha'e per-rished

The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin’
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign'd we may be, tho' we're greetin’