Worse than that, being paternal Watt, is being maternal royal Buchanan through marriage to Hay.
I can show you my Holy Bible, for use in the Church of Scotland,
that has a lengthy Psalm of David after Revelation, with another chapter of verse,
and then pages of quotations from those Jewish political refugees who fled north of Hadrian's Wall,
after the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth, so you can write a song with them, if you want.
When those refugees arrived, to avoid the prophecied plagues and black deaths that decimated Europe for over six hundred years,
they presented Scottish people with a gift after being accepted, what Scottish people called "The Stone of Scone", pronounced scon.
This was the rock that Jacob used as a ladder to see into heaven. It never was surrendered.
It should be no surprise that electrical generation first became practical in Scotland, and that rock wall, fused as being welded, is only there.
When Scottish people looked into the eyes of one of them, they had to make up a new word to describe what happened.
They called it having "googley-eyes", seeing beyong this world.
And the Scottish Highlands? You pronounce that He-lands, as in He-aven, He-art and He-arth.
Saying that doesn't make you a heathen in the heather, even if you want.
My grandparents had the cap, kilt, bagpipe and Holy Bible that were used in the ceremony to reinstate
the clan that betrayed Bonnie Prince Charlie, my one grandfather being a Master Piper, his son holding the flag.
My one grandfather donated the kilt and bagpipe to a Scottish museum,
but my other grandfather brought the cap and Holy Bible with him to Canada, what I have inherited.
My authentic Holy Bible does have a page and a half describing King James and how he initiated the language and Biblical works,
but it's not titled as a King James Bible, just Holy Bible, because that's what it is.
And my parents wouldn't let my grandparents or aunts and uncles speak Gaelic in front of me,
saying I had to learn proper English in Canada, so I don't even have an accent.
Let the winds blow high, and let the winds blow low,
through the streets with my Strat I go,
and all the guitarists say hello,
John you've got the fingerings.
And it was slippery on the stage,
as I prowled and pranced beyond my age,
my stereo amp phased deep tones far away,
as they transmigrated into the ether.
I am Master John Alexander Hay Watt,
known to be a Prince of Scotland,
Chippawa of Niagara: John of Crowland,
The Fount of Font & The Earl of Url,
inventor of the first semi-solid-body electric guitar in the whirled.
and... and... even Danes, Swedes, all Vikings, respected Scottish peoples,
especially the Seal Clan, those triple nippled ocean lovers.
other than all this typing, you might suggest I get a life
