Idyll on a Hill

The sun shines down on my naked calf
The heather’s licking me fine thighs
As I 'm standing by yon bonnie braes
As the highland under our feet lies
And I scratch me balls and ye scratch ye groin
And you lovingly hold my hand
And we kiss a whisky- flavouréd kiss
And we sip at the beer from each other’s hands.
Me moustache rich with the rare oul' times
With beer and haggis and all
And ye curl on my chest in the whimpering wind
That lifts my kilt to reveal me balls.
And we stand my love me highland dove
And the clouds all smile at us from above
And sprinkle our faces with heavenly graces
My finger anon in your mitten I shove.
Oh my love, my only
Highland dove
As we stand on the hill
And we cannot stand still
My pen and your ink draw this highlander idyll.