The Love Of My Life

At sixteen years I was blue ans sad
Then father said I should find a lad
So I set out to become a wife
An' found the real love of my life.

His name it was Chris, and the last was macgill
I met him one night pickin' flowers on the hill
He had lots of charm an' a certain kind o' touch
An a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me very much.

So there 'neath the moon where romance often springs
I gave him my heart--an' a few other things
I don't know how long that I stayed up on the hill
But the moon had disappeared, and so had Christopher macgill.

So I went home an' I thought I'd die
Till Father said, make another try
So out I went to become a wife
An' found the real love of my life.

He came from the lowlands, the lowlands said he
I saw him an' knew he was perfect for me
Jus' one thing that puzzled me an' it always will
Was he told me he had heard about me from his friend macgill.

We quick fell in love an' went down by the creek
The next day he said he'd be back in a week
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know
That of all the lowland laddies, there was never one as low!

I told my father the awful truth
He said, "What difference? You've got your youth"
So out I went mad to be a wife
An' found the real love of my life.

Oh, he was a poet, a rhymer was he
He read me some verse he had written for me
He said they would move me, these poems from his pen
An' how right he was, because they moved me right into the glen.

We stayed till the dawn came an' lighted the sky
Then I shook his hand an' I bid him good-bye
I never went back, for what I had heard was true
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do.

My pa said, "Look out for men who think
You'll be more certain with men who drink"
So out I went to become a wife
An' found the real love of my life.

Oh, he was a solier, a fine Highland son
He told me about all the battle he'd won
He wasted his time tellin' me about his might
For one look at him decided me to not put up a fight.

We skirmished for hours that night in the glen
An' I found the sword has more might than the pen
But when I was drowsin' I snored to my dismay
An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' marched away.

Now Pa said, "Daughter, there must be one
Someone who's true, or too old to run"
So I'm still lookin' to be a wife
An' find the real love of my life.