I sing an Edinburgh song:

Of love in bed all morning long

(We never made that lunchtime show)

The castle garden’s where we’d go

And eat ice cream and pitch and putt;

The brains on which we’d nightly glut;

Being together in a play;

We’re together every day;

Together touring Princes Street

And having fun at Arthur’s Seat.

I sing an Edinburgh song

For you, my love, all my life long