Donnie Scot (K. Brewer)

she chants, she staves
she rants and she raves
and just a wee thing can you see that?
she'll grow, she'll fall
she'll fathom it all
and never be sweeter than this
i'll lull her to dream with my song
and give up my breath if hers ever should wane
and close i will bide
and always remain
i'll stand by my donnie, my scot.