Marjorie Isabella

In the Southwest of Scotland Marin county Argyle-shire Extends a narrow mass of land Known only as Kintyre A certain mull on which is known What sea the eye adore As glitter to a rolling mist As waves align the shore Not far from there in Campbeltown Five miles or maybe more Sat Duncan Blaine McGeachy His hat upon the door Young daughter Isabella Bound for distant farms Alas to Rocky Mountain House Clutches in her arms Where Peter Paul of Eckville Did spy the raving lass More fair than any local And quite a lovely yass Peter Paul and Isabella Rose the Adams pack Jack Loreen and Mary James Peter at the back I remember James Peter Marge would say J. P. And when she called him Jimmy Joe He’d hide behind a tree Old Jimmy Joe he got to know How grievous love could be He stood inside a few short days More tall than any tree His mother Isabella His darling Marjorie Would both depart on one foul whisk The maker for to see Of Jim and Marge had come a brood As fine a brood could be Of Randy Eddy and Janelle And my sweet Laura Lee