The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
You’re as wise as you are pretty
When you say to me “Let go”
And when I think it a monstrous pity...
We met in Scotland: to her I say
Greetings on St Andrew’s Day!
She’s sort of Scottish by consent...
