Macgregor: I Be Amy's Man

I was juist a wee little laddie when we met, yet I knew ye were right strong for me.

With my trimmed beard and brushed lockes on my heid, ye had no chance to deny me.

And ye done right by me on those hot summer days, always filling my bowl with some refreshing Adams ale.

Ye were my salvation, and the reason I could wag my tail and scatter aboot everyday.

Little did we know though, that the death bell would be rung for me.

Aye, but what a life I lived with ye!

So do not weep for me wee lass, for I am not gone, just away.

And when your time comes, ye can find me waiting.

I will be next to the window,

In the high country.