The rain came down, 'twas damp and dreary
But the loyal Scot will ni be weary.
Glenfinnan was the gathering place,
And Scottish mist wouldn't frown a face.
The rising of the standard was
For Bonnie Prince Charlie - it was quite an affair.
The jubilance of young and old,
Activities to numerous to behold.
Piping, dancing and caber toss,
Those not present will feel the loss.
The games were opened by Donald
He gave a great speech - is it any wonder?
With the name of Lochiel and their reputation,
A round of applause for his discertation.
Waiting in line for a Scottish
"Sorry we're out - how about ham on rye."
Games to play, come try your luck,
Some of us onlookers got stuck in the muck.
Give your impression of what you see,
Speak into the mike, you're on London T.V.
We'll remember that day, both
good and bad,
Saying good-bye made us all sad.
The people are warm with hearts of gold,
Many a story is sure to be told.