Highland Fling

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We shall go,
where no other
have gone
when we reach Glencoe.

I long for you Lassie
in the Heather,
so badly that it won't
matter about the Weather.

Nor can I
wait for Spring,
I'll have thee now
for our Highland Fling.

Up in the Mountains
and down by a Burn,
what we'll do to one another
we can take it in turn.

I'm drooling standing
on top of a Glen,
I want you
over and over again.

Truth or dare me
you like how I'm built,
that's why you long
to get me out of my Kilt.

Its blowing
a fierce Gale,
take me now whilst there's enough
Wind in my Sail.

My Bonnie I'll
be with you romantic,
with the pace of a Deer
it'll be frantic.

Sweet Music will be made
and we shall Sing,
together Songs of
our Highland Fling.

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