I canna' say, I canna' say fareweel to a' our Scottish fame So come on up come on up to the Highland hills when the Drambuie runs sweet and frae Then lay down lay down with a fair lass so warm and ready and when you did sleep I shalt go I shalt go With m' broad Claymore in hand and spill yer blood and chop off yer head. ...Oh wait----my mistake----this thread is for haiku, not Scottish poetry...