Through winding hills, deep lochs, and seas,  Mountains tall, engulfed in trees, Winds a’ howling, bonnie songs break through the breeze. A braw view as far as the eye can see, Pink skies at twilight, Green Mirrie Dancers by eve,  Highland Coos by the roadside, Stags crunching through fallen leaves.  A wee bothy on the hillside, smoke plumes from the chimney,  Fireside with blankets, stovies, and whisky for three  Quines in the kitchen brewing the tea,  Shrugging “Nae Bother” to this motherland’s extremes.  And in all this wilderness, this land of the free,  I find myself home, alive and at ease – Scotland is the place for me. ”Beò – A Brand For Living”