Edinburgh’s Silly Wizard making an appearance in my soundtrack, describing in charming detail what happens to a man when his heart cudgels his senses and seizes the controls.
And if you could have seen her there
Boys, if you had just been there
The swan was in her movements
And the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
Of the Queen of all Argyll
Come tap a toe with me.