Well, I take my DS to playgroup, but they make me sing folk every week and if you've ever heard it round here, Cheerful, it's not such, I can tell you. Still the children and mothers know the songs and join in.
All selkies and kelpies and maids stealing booty and sailors abandoning loves who die of fever whilst Johnny's in the West Indies.
The school's logo is the bloody Campbell boat, oars and all. Well, I've not told them but the spectre of that boat will be seen on Loch Fyne sailing straight up to that castle when the duke is to die, and the last was no exception to that.
Johnny's Gone for Soldier.
The Bonnie Swans. 'And there does sit my false sister, Anne. Who drowned me for the sake of a man . . .' and there is DS, grinning away at it and singing.
No one owned house round here, they were tenants of the laird.
We walk of a good day in a cemetary, there since St. Munn founded that place in about 800AD, only heaven knows how many bones lay under where we walk, but all around the plaques, 'Lost At Sea'.
Own a house, die anyway.