Oh to be in Scotland now,
Where the grass is all of silk,
Where rich men get to ride a cow,
And poor folks drill for milk,
Where all the trees grow lightning bugs
And the sheep all live in town.
I'm sure if I were there today,
My mind would calm right down!

Sassenach Departuy Lonagaow
Songs from the Hebrides Tea Farms
Whack O'Blarney Publications
Edinborough, 1927