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For He Was Scotch, And So Was She Post by :aballew Category :Poems Author :Jean Blewett Date :November 2011 Read :1107

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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.


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