A Scotsman In the Heather, Wearing Heather Yarns Under Heather Skies Meeting, Someone

A Scotsman voyaged through the highlands Thickly covered with lush, purple heather Kilt adorned and bare, his regions nether Feeling breezy on this, a grand endeavor He trekked across enjoying balmy weather Heather gray sky and ben blend together Through the loch did wet his boots of leather The effort causing removal of his sweater Warm with heather yarns the colours speckle He laid it on the hillside and rested, however Off in the purple heather shrub was a new treasure A lass holding a bouquet of aforementioned heathers Whether or not she knew, she blushed behind her freckles And when she saw him, the meeting was a pleasure Her laugh as soft and light as a floating feather They grew a love that no one could deem to measure Happily ever after, and of course, her name was...Gertrude