Hey Harry McCullough  Come sing us a song  'bout the highlands so misty and green  Your song about Sally the hills and the rain  We never will see again    When I was a tiny young highland boy  In Scotland the green the green  I played in the hills with my Sally Mary  Winners and losers we've been    She was riding a pony of silk and white  And I rode a wooden stick  We hounded the horses and we followed the birds  And grew up as you'd say in "Gluck"    I called her Sally my love  And she said Harry my man  As we lay at the Mulltire lake  Entwined in the night forever young  Until the morning came    And when we grew older  And the grass no more green  The lake lost its clear blue shade  I left her for sailing the mighty Sea  Ooh Sally our love it did fade     I called her Sally my love  And she said Harry my man  As we lay at the Mulltire lake  Entwined in the night forever young  Until the morning came    April 10, 1990: Early in the morning...