My name is Quinn, said Quinn. Cue-you-eye-en-en.

I could see her as a guardian, very momly.

Just got in from the Isle of Skye / I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy / The ladies shout as I go by / Donald where's your troosers?

I made a pretence of continuing my supper, but I, too, had ceased to be hungry. Only the children continued to mop up the meat and vegetable juices on their plates with hunks of barley bread.