A richt brute wha likes tae write a line ur twa..... |
I saw her one morning – oh how I remember
As she walked through the heather - o’er meadow...
Ma dearest love, ma wan true love
How a miss thee still a caw...
For awe av been
For awe a am...
Twa laddy’s went a walkin
Oan the road tae Ayrshire toon...