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Hello. Erm- this is Rob of the mill. Or, well- eh- it's Rob, anyway. [He clears he throat, and there's some awkward murmuring before he continues]
Erm, so where I'm from, it's kind of the done thing when there's a loss, especially a big loss to the community like this, that we all gather together. We rally round each other, and we have a wee drink, a blether, and we play some music to either express our sorrow or lift our spirits or both.
So, aye, my door's aye open for the drink and the blether, anytime at all. And in the meantime...
Oh, the summertime is coming and the leaves are sweetly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme, All around the blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower by yon pure crystal fountain, And round it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain, Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme, All around the blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie, go?
If my true love she were gone, I would surely find another, To pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme, All around the blooming heather, Will ye go, lassie, go?