“Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair. And one could tell by how he walked he’d drunk more than his share,” he sings in a deep bellowing voice. “He stumbled on until he could no longer keep his feet. Then he staggered off into the grass to sleep beside the street.” He nods to me.

“Ring-ding deedle deedle di-de-o Ring di deedle-o dee,” we sing together. “He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.”

A crowd gathers around us, some of them clapping with me, which is about the moment that I realize I’m also dancing.

“Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by. And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye,” the old man sings, and there are encouraging whistles from the onlookers. A guy around my age joins us by the bar, dancing and clapping along. “You see yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built. I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt.”

There are bursts of laughter and cheering. I spot Ash pushing his way to the front of the crowd and I grin at him.

“Ring-ding deedle deedle di-do-o Ring di deedle-o dill,” the guy who joined us sings with me, and more people from the crowd repeat the last line. “I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt.”

The young guy twirls me in a circle and I’m fairly certain a “wheee” escapes my lips.

“They creeped up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be. Lifted up his kilt above the waist so they could see,” Angus sings, and the onlookers whistle and cheer. “And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth.”

The young guy grins at me and we sing, “Ring-ding deedle deedle di-de-o Ring di deedle-o do. Was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth.”

He twirls me again and dips me with his arm wrapped behind my back. As I stand up, I see that Ash has broken from the group and is walking straight for me. I wave him forward, encouraging him to get involved. But instead of joining in the song, he scoops me into his arms.

The crowd hoots and hollers, but when he begins to walk away with me, objections fly. Ash doesn’t respond and he doesn’t turn around. He just carries me through the door and out of the pub entirely.