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.