Originally posted by The Pict
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
He'd seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds neforious
But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.
scotlandYou and me both
srug To each their own....but I only really want to wear makeup if it's coming OFF of the girl....
Originally posted by Mywi
you just look too old to wear make up baby... that thing is either for young feminine guys.. or monsters..or for the perfection
Hmm...so, I'm not young and feminine....which is good.
And I'm not a monster....which is also good.
Nor am I perfection, which is unattainable...so, all in all.....I don't know where I was going with this rambling..... 😕
Wait, I remember now....YOU SAID I LOOK TOO OLD! 😠
Originally posted by ~Da Moose~Ha ha. Owned.
Hmm...so, I'm not young and feminine....which is good.And I'm not a monster....which is also good.
Nor am I perfection, which is unattainable...so, all in all.....I don't know where I was going with this rambling..... 😕
Wait, I remember now....YOU SAID I LOOK TOO OLD! 😠
Now the soldier's life won't suit me, sweet music is my trade
For I'd rather melt the hardest heart than pierce it with a blade
Let the time be short till I return to my home in the mountains high
And the loving girl who stole my heart with these words as I passed by
Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part
You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart
scotland