Little house on the Glen

Well the rain it did pour
and the cloud it did fall,
But there in the field,
the G house stood tall.

The river did rise
and the land it did sog,
Through the mist came a vision,
then I fell in a bog.


Promised someone I would take a look at their wee hoose.
Job done.

A bit drowned rat weather, but up there you just don't care.