A poem for Golly
Golly, the Ghillie, the lonely
Headranger,
Always there for everyone, even they're in danger,
A comfort for every lass or lad,
A second father for Archie, after he lost his dad.
He never found love, or am I wrong ?
Till his friendship for Molly became affection.
But he was to late, Andrew asked her hand,
Quickly enough at this love came an end.
Golly, don't be sad man, hey, come on !
And play for Molly a lovely Bagpiper song,
Maybe this time I think without fail
Monarch will have an end as a fairytale !