She took him to the Scotia to say goodbye

The low-lit conversation was hung dry

All spent passions were heading for the sea

First flows of migration and memory

Her beauty was all he had left to hold

Other loves churned waters of her soul .

To be and let the river flow 

Final moments on the Broomielaw 

And for all their tears the river did cry

From all their loves the river ran bye.

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