Glasgow-(Continued) 6-2-19 I heard my dear mother sing of the Bonnie Banks o’ Loch Lomond but I never thought I’d ever be there and I dont blame the Scots for singing their praises for it certainly is a beautiful place. Hills, or rather, Scottish hie’lands on Either side of the Loch and Ben Lomond rising in majesty on the rear and the famous bluebells growing in abundance everywhere The Heather grows in abundance on the Hillsides though not in bloom, at this time of the year, being a very dark green and heightened by the ferns of a lighter color. About half way down the lake a lassie came aboard with an armful of bluebells and lilies which she told me she picked on the shores of the lake. She gave me a lily and a bluebell which I am pressing, to send home. She gave me the smile of a Highland maid And a beautiful Scotch Bluebell Which was picked from the banks of Loch Lomond And a Lilly that grew in the dell So I’ll always remember Lock Lomond And the Lily that grew in the dell And the bonnie wee lasso’ the hie’lands With the smile and the Scotch Bluebell For wherever I go I shall see them And the story I proudly will tell Of the Bonnie Lass o’ Loch Lomond The Lily, the smile and Bluebell