How about this?

Water Under The Bridge

In writing this, I am reminded of a song (to the tune of "Galway Bay") told to me by my father:-
 
Some day I'll cross the border back to Scotland;
Tho' it may be when I am three scores years and ten;
Once again to see the moon rise over Stirling;
Or to see the sun go down on Alva Glen.
 
Once again to see the splendour of the Ochils;
The winding road that leads right up to Perth;
Or to sit beside a trout stream near Dumyat
And know you're on the finest land on Earth.
 
Oh, the English came and tried to take it from us,
At Bannockburn we fought their legions down;
But we might as well have let them win the battle,
For Scotland now is ruled from London town.
 
The winds that blow across the fields of Scotland
Are scented by the heather as they blow
And the highlanders up North all speak a language;
Yes, a language that the English do not know.
 
They say there's going to be a life hereafter
And if that's so I'll give the Lord my thanks.
If he'll grant my wish and let me make my heaven
There in Scotland on Loch Lomonds bonnie banks