I don't even care that I don't know Scots Gaelic (or any Gaelic for that matter, save for fáilte, shillelagh, and bodhrán, and none of those can be strung together into a cohesive sentence).
I'll seize my chunk of Scots/Irish/Celt mutt heritage (and my natural inclination to pronounce Gaelic words correctly), memorize this song, and sing it to my someday-daughter.
Oh, and grow my hair out like Elinor. Girlfriend has the ballingest locks I ever did see.
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