The stables, Wednesday
"Oh, there is an ancient boddy at the other end of town. He keeps a little grocery store - the ancient's name is Brown . . ."
Calum was back to work and his good mood of the week hadn't dissipated. Which meant that, as his clan and his people in general did, he was singing while he worked, setting himself a rhythm as the shovel dug in.
"And it's Old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl, Old Brown's daughter is as fair as any pearl. I wish I was a Lord Mayor, a Marquis or an Earl, and blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl . . ."
He's stop every once in a while to crack his back or wipe his forehead, and the words would get a bit mumbled and absent. It's entirely possible he doesn't realise he's singing at all.
"Well, I don't suppose there's ever one of those things I will be, but, by Jingo, next election I will run for Trinity. And it's Old Brown's daughter . . ."
[[Open! Get your Calum while the getting's good!]]
Calum was back to work and his good mood of the week hadn't dissipated. Which meant that, as his clan and his people in general did, he was singing while he worked, setting himself a rhythm as the shovel dug in.
"And it's Old Brown's daughter is a proper sort of girl, Old Brown's daughter is as fair as any pearl. I wish I was a Lord Mayor, a Marquis or an Earl, and blow me if I wouldn't marry Old Brown's girl . . ."
He's stop every once in a while to crack his back or wipe his forehead, and the words would get a bit mumbled and absent. It's entirely possible he doesn't realise he's singing at all.
"Well, I don't suppose there's ever one of those things I will be, but, by Jingo, next election I will run for Trinity. And it's Old Brown's daughter . . ."
[[Open! Get your Calum while the getting's good!]]