I'm sure I should say something in Scottish (uh, so to speak), but instead I'll just say this, to my lovely wife:
As down the burn they took their way,
And thro' the flowery dale;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was aye the tale:
With "Mary, when shall we return,
Sic pleasure to renew?"
Quoth Mary - "Love, I like the burn,
And aye shall follow you."