Step we gaily on we go

Step we gaily on we go,

Heel for heel and toe for toe,

Arm in arm and row on row

All for Mari's wedding.

Over hillways up and down,

Myrtle green and bracken brown,

Past the sheiling thro' the town,

All for sake of Mari.

Step we gaily on we go,

Heel for heel and toe for toe,

Arm in arm and row on row

All for Mari's wedding.

Red her cheeks as rowans are,

Bright her eye as any star,

Fairest o' them a' by far,

Is our darling Mari.

Step we gaily on we go,

Heel for heel and toe for toe,

Arm in arm and row on row

All for Mari's wedding.

Plenty herring, plenty meal,

Plenty peat to fill her creel,

Plenty bonnie bairns as weel,

That's the toast for Mari.

Skip the herring since he's veggie but let's make that the toast for G and Y too.

And after that, and a mammoth day on Monday, I am feeling like Little Fish

We are all feeling a little fragile here.

Lots of Mummy don't leave me. Mog is making her feelings known too - last night I ended up paying our babysitter not so that I could go out but so that I could have a bath without having to suction, reposition, or otherwise rescue her.

Even Goway has got in on the action by making sure that I can't go away and leave. Or that if I do I can't take Little Fish (it's her seat) or spend any money.

I suspect that means it's bedtime.

Tia