Beam Me to Scotland

Roils take the high road and roils take the low road

And we'll all be in Scotland by tonight

We'll land on yon bonnie banks and yon bonnie braes,

And not fall off our beam into Loch Tarbert

They left the farm in plenty of time

And the trip to Boston was fine.

Crisp and clear and cloudless,

With plenty of stars and moonshine.

Just enough time for friends and good food

And maybe a nap or two

They were off on the trip of a lifetime

And for many, a dream come true.

Grancy and Jeordie were trouble

In Grama Siofra's heart she knew,

But Chancellor is a watchful papa

And a gentleman through and through.

So she relaxed a bit which was, of course, a mistake

Grancy was too good diverting these things,

He grinned as his ears flapped in her face,

"We're flying the high road without wings.

You won't be mad when you see where we are

And you'll love me more than you already do now."

"Grancy Grandson, I am sure I'll forgive you

But just at the moment I can't see how..."

Then the sky spilled onto the stone

And the view opened up in the night

What Siofra saw stopped her jaw

And made her paws dance with delight.

Two Standing Stones alone in a field

Wild water and wind all around.

The smaller one looked to be resting

The larger looked like a deerhound

And it seemed to be staring right straight at her;

She knelt in a ladylike bow

And then she wove a spiral dance

Teaching young Grancy how.

She taught him to hear the hum of the stones

And the secrets they have to tell

And she wished that youngling future laird Arthur

Could be here to hear them as well.

"So now, my smug little wizard,

I hope you have clever plans

To get us to Ms Waltraud's Estates

To be with the rest of the clans."

"Well really, I didn't get quite that far,

But every worldly hound knows

Ms Waltraud is famed for fabulous feasts

So I should just follow my nose...

Grama, do you smell  venison?"

"Perfectly sauced in white wine--

Quicken your pace there, Grancy

My nose says it's divine!"

Roils take the high road and roils take the low road

And we'll all be in Kintyre by tonight

We will see yon bonnie banks and yon bonnie braes

And greet our new friends at Loch Tarbert