I don't know what's going on here, but I'll get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

Judge Short had gone to town, and Farrar was off for a three days' cruise up the lake. I was bitterly regretting I had not gone with him when the distant notes of a coach horn reached my ear, and I descried a four-in-hand winding its way up the inn road from the direction of Mohair.

For days Ailie had an absent eye and a sad face, and it so fell out that in all that time young Heriotside, who had scarce missed a day, was laid up with a broken arm and never came near her.

Nevertheless, Maynard has his Mayniacs - in fact I'm a self-proclaimed one - that will adore this single.