She smiles at me

From beyond the eastern sea-shore.

Flashing jeweled eyes,

She hoists her skirts so high.

Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar

It's really up to her.

I'll write every check she brings to me.

I shoot on sight

It's my European legacy.

Round the castle walls

About the Highlands and the Islands

The faint reminders stand.

Visitors who took a hand

A thousand years ago, or so

Stranded high and dry by tides

Washed up a new identity.

The channel's wide

But it's their European legacy.

I strain my eyes

Against the southern light advancing.

On whiter cliffs I'm high.

The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly.

I hear distant mainland music echo

In my island ears.

My feet begin to move instinctively

To the warmer beat of my European legacy.

She smiles at me

From beyond the eastern sea-shore.

Flashing jeweled eyes,

She hoists her skirts so high.

Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar

It's really up to her.

I'll write every cheque she brings to me.

She shoots on sight

It's her European legacy.