For He Was Scotch, And So Was She.

    They were a couple well content
    With what they earned and what they spent,
    Cared not a whit for style's decree -
    For he was Scotch, and so was she.

    And oh, they loved to talk of Burns -
    Dear blithesome, tender Bobby Burns!
    They never wearied of his song,
    He never sang a note too strong.
    One little fault could neither see -
    For he was Scotch, and so was she.

    They loved to read of men who stood
    And gave for country life and blood,
    Who held their faith so grand a thing
    They scorned to yield it to a king.
    Ah, proud of such they well might be -
    For he was Scotch, and so was she.

    From neighbors' broils they kept away;
    No liking for such things had they,
    And oh, each had a canny mind,
    And could be deaf, and dumb, and blind.
    With words or pence was neither free -
    For he was Scotch, and so was she.

    I would not have you think this pair
    Went on in weather always fair,
    For well you know in married life
    Will come, sometimes, the jar and strife;
    They couldn't always just agree -
    For he was Scotch, and so was she.

    But near of heart they ever kept,
    Until at close of life they slept;
    Just this to say when all was past,
    They loved each other to the last!
    They're loving yet, in heaven, maybe -
    For he was Scotch, and so was she.