James should get his papers any day.
Are we mad?
Life carries on, just as it should.
You've seen what brucellosis does hundreds of times.
It doesn't mean it's going to happen to us.
JAMES: The test is compatible.
So we can find out if I've got it.
We can.
But whatever happens, we'll be together.
HELEN: The test was negative.
SIEGFRIED: To knowledge, fleas... (voice trembling): ...and our growing family.
(gears grinding, Carmody grunting) JAMES: The clutch-- the clutch, Richard!
CARMODY: I am disengaging the transmission.
(gears grinding) JAMES: No, the other foot.
(Carmody grunts) JAMES: Just take your time.
JAMES: Clutch first, clutch, then the gear.
CARMODY: I'm clutching!
I'm, I'm clutching!
(gears grinding) Both hands on the wheel!
(gear shifts) They don't teach you things like this in the manual.
Like the fact there might be other vehicles on the road?
CARMODY: The books made it sound so simple.
I can't do this!
You can!
(gears grinding) Look, if you want to be a vet in the Dales, you have to!
(gears grinding) No, no!
(car clattering) JAMES: How can you still be this bad?!
(brake engages) I'm sorry, Richard, I just need... Let's try again.
Nice and easy.
(engine starts) (exhales): Nice and easy.
(brake releases, gears grinding) (engine stalls) (groans) (inhales deeply) RADIO ANNOUNCER: With the Germans intensifying their efforts to destroy Fighter Command, Britain is facing its greatest test.
In this country's darkest hour, it is the brave pilots of the Royal Air Force to whom we must look to defend our nation... (Jess whines) ...and save her from Nazi occupation.
You shouldn't be up here.
(Jess whines, radio continues) (whining) I know.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: ...the last line of defense against the Nazi invasion.
(inhales deeply) At regular hours, the Nazi bombers come over.
While the public take shelter, R.A.F.
pilots take off to destroy the enemy.
Lucky for you I'm running late.
(door opens) JAMES: The thing to remember about driving is that there's no hurry.
(door closes) Slow and steady wins the race.
I can't imagine that's true.
In fact, it seems to me terrible advice for someone who wants to win a race.
It's a fable, Carmody.
"The Tortoise and the Hare."
A story predicated on the fundamentally illogical premise that animals are capable of hubris.
Save me, I'm begging you.
MRS. HALL: I agree with him.
Sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind.
CARMODY: Thank you, Mrs. Hall.
How'd the driving lesson go?
Great.
He's really making progress.
Ah, that's good.
Shall we go to the Drovers and have a drink?
Oh, that sounds lovely.
Hadn't we ought to get to Mrs. Pumphrey's?
6:00, you told her.
HELEN (quietly): We've only got two nights left together.
(sighs): Right, yes.
I'm so sorry, I completely forgot.
It shouldn't take long-- maybe we can go when I'm back.
SIEGFRIED (calling): James!
Could you come in here?
CARMODY: I'll be... ...with my books.
(oven door opens) (oven door closes) You know why he's keeping himself so busy.
I'm doing the same.
Must've folded his shirts a thousand times.
Hmm.
Right, what can I do?
The pie needs to come out... ...in 40 minutes.
I've set the table.
You just need to boil the veg.
Your hair looks nice.
Oh, does it?
Gerald's back from the Lakes.
Oh?
He's cooking me dinner.
He's cooking?
Has he invited you to his house before?
Not properly.
Why're you smiling like that?
I'm not smiling.
It's just tea.
Nothing more.
I don't think.
Hey, don't forget your trifle.
Oh!
And your apron.
(chuckles) (exhales) (both chuckle softly) Invoices are all up to date.
Anything low in stock I've ordered more of.
As far as farm visits are concerned, I've done Dobson, Kitson, the Dinsdales, the Rudds, the Handshaws, the Chapmans.
Cranford and Slavens I've spoken to on the phone.
The rest I'll just have to leave.
Couldn't you find some time tomorrow?
Tomorrow I'm with Helen.
We're going for a picnic at Sutton Bank.
Of course you are.
It's my last day with her, Siegfried.
You'll have to survive without me.
Time was you'd have been too scared to stand up to me.
What went wrong?!
At least you've still got Carmody to intimidate.
Have you given any more thought to keeping him on after his placement?
Oh, I shall be all right flying solo again.
This place used to run like a Swiss watch before everyone started gumming up the works.
What?
I'm perfectly capable of running this practice on my own.
I did so for many years.
Ye of little faith.
(birds twittering) (breathes deeply) Audrey.
Gerald.
(exhales) I made trifle.
(chuckles): I can see.
You look, you look very nice.
(exhales) Come in.
(birds twittering) JAMES: Everything will carry on as normal.
Finding a sufficiently skilled deputy was no mean feat, but you're in excellent hands.
And, uh, who is that, exactly?
I'm sorry?
That skilled deputy.
Well, it's, uh, it's Richard here.
He's an excellent vet, Mrs. Pumphrey.
I think perhaps you just got off on the wrong foot.
(clicks tongue) Very well.
(exhales) (Tricki growls) Oh, now, Tricki.
Don't let us forget our manners.
(sniffs, growls) You do realize he can't understand you.
The reason he responds is likely down to intonation, but there's no current research which points to a deeper level of comprehension.
Then how do you think he knows when it's his din-dins?
(exhales) He has a slight skin irritation.
Have you noticed?
Of course I've noticed.
It's anxiety brought on by Uncle Herriot's leaving.
(clock chiming hour, Carmody chuckles) A more likely explanation is that he has an allergy.
Grass or pollen, probably.
His eyes are a little watery.
(chuckling): Well, obviously, they are!
His heart's not made of stone!
(Tricki growls) CARMODY: Right.
If you like, I can give you some food supplements.
There's something called an essential fatty acid found in certain fish which might help.
MRS. PUMPHREY: Is he trying to bamboozle us, Uncle Herriot?
I don't like to be bamboozled.
It's certainly worth a try.
Well, I'm sure if you say so.
Where's Cedric today?
Uh, he's out in the garden somewhere.
I'd be happy to take a look at him, too.
Oh, thank you.
(door opens and closes) If you could find an opportunity to impress upon Mr. Farnon how well he's getting on, I'd really appreciate it.
He has a great deal to learn.
Until you return, we shall see only Uncle Farnon.
Isn't that right, Tricki?
(barks softly) Yes!
(chuckles) (birds twittering) (clock pendulum swinging) (utensils clattering) Well... (inhales) That were delicious.
You're a wonderful cook.
(chuckles): I'm glad you liked it.
You barely touched yours.
Well, it's often the way when I cook.
Well, let me, let me take these.
No, no-- leave it.
I'll do it later.
Oh, I don't mind.
Please.
You... Audrey.
I think I need a brandy.
Would you like one?
Thank you.
(glasses clink) Large or small?
(bottle opens) Small.
Or, uh, a large.
(brandy pouring) (clears throat) (inhales) Audrey, I need to... Is everything all right?
(both chuckle) Sorry.
You go.
You know how much I care about you, Audrey.
The time we've spent together has been the happiest of me life.
Mine, too.
(stammering): I never imagined, when you get to our age... You, you never think that you might meet someone who changes your life the way you have mine.
And so, when, when I got the news about your divorce, I was cock-a-hoop, because I always hoped... Go on.
(inhales deeply) (inhales) It's Lillian.
Your sister?
She's really struggling.
Oh!
I see.
She's breathless all the time.
It's, it's so much worse than she made out in her letters.
She's not coping so well on her own.
Well, does this mean you... Are you leaving?
There's nothing I'd love more than for you to come with me, but I know I can't ask that of you.
(breathes deeply) Well, you must do what's best for her, of course you should, but... You'll be back, though.
(exhales) I hope so, I, uh...
I don't know.
(birds twittering) Why can't you make a bit more of an effort?
It doesn't take much!
I do try with her, but honestly, James, it's absurd pretending to converse with her dogs like that.
It's a charade, Carmody.
All you have to do is play along.
It's really not difficult!
I'm not sure I'll ever be Uncle Carmody.
Not least because she doesn't seem to know that's my name.
I'm off to R.A.F.
training in two days.
He might not know it, and he's even less likely to admit it, but Siegfried needs you.
You're nervous.
About going to war.
I'm nervous about what I'm leaving behind.
There's too much to do for one person, and I can't afford for the practice to fail.
Please.
All I'm asking is you try.
(birds twittering) JAMES: Even with rationing, you still make the best breakfast this side of the Pennines, Mrs. H. (chuckles) Whose is better on the other side?
That's what I should like to know.
So would I.
(chuckles) (plate thuds heavily) (quietly): Are you all right?
Hmm?
Yeah.
JAMES: I filled the car up with petrol.
Put a full tank in for you.
Thank you.
How's Carmody's driving, by the way?
Can he be trusted on his own?
Nearly.
Nearly?
What bloody use is nearly?
Mr. Farnon!
He's making progress-- give him a few more weeks, and he'll be there.
A few more weeks?
It's a four-speed Vauxhall, not a seven-man tank!
He's getting there.
Slowly.
Oh, for God's sake-- "slowly," "nearly."
I tell you what, I'll take him out, judge for myself.
You sure that's a good idea?
SIEGFRIED: Well, why wouldn't it be?
Well, perhaps he'd be better with me teaching him, or Helen.
Less chance of the poor boy rupturing an eardrum.
What are you implying?
I'm known for my patience.
If he can't get about under his own steam, what's the point of him being here?
Morning-- what's the point of who being here?
We're going for a drive.
(keys jangling) (keys fall) Let's see what you're made of.
(keys jangle) (quietly): Just try to stay calm.
(door opens) Hm.
(door closes) Oh, put your foot down, man!
You'll never cut the mustard if you drive like an old codger!
James said I should go slow.
Don't you worry about all that.
You do everything I say and you'll be all right.
It's about confidence.
Once you realize everyone else on the road is an imbecile, it's plain sailing.
(gears crunching) That's it!
(engine accelerating) Bravo, that's the spirit!
(acceleration continues) There we go!
(laughing) Now, then.
Press on up the middle, they'll have to let you through-- you're the boss.
This chap doesn't seem to think so.
Hold your nerve, Carmody.
Remember, from the animals' point of view, we're an emergency service.
But we're not on a call.
Don't be pedantic.
(horn honking) Get out of the way!
Look out!
Look out!
(tires screeching) You nearly broke my car!
(door closes) (cow lows) What kind of half-wit drives down the middle of the road like that?!
Ah.
Good morning, Mrs. Pumphrey.
This isn't your usual car.
MRS. PUMPHREY: It's my weekend car.
Mr. Farnon, was that you driving like a lunatic?
You scared Tricki half to death!
(car door closes) (footsteps approaching) (gulps) Oh!
I should have known.
FRANOIS: Monsieur?
We have a problem.
CARMODY: Oh, my goodness.
Is it dead?
SIEGFRIED: It's still alive.
Just.
Did I hit it?
Oh, gosh, I hit it, didn't I?
Oh, thank you, Audrey-- I was gonna do that.
Oh, I don't mind.
(chuckles) Part of me wishes I wasn't going anywhere.
I just want to be here with him.
At least you'll get to spend some time together.
(utensils clinking) What's up?
(exhales) Gerald's moving away.
Where?
The Lakes.
His sister's health's getting worse.
Oh, Audrey, I'm so sorry.
For how long?
For good, I think.
(takes deep breath) I don't want to lose him.
(exhales) If this war's taught us anything, it's to grab on to the things you love, and try and cherish every moment.
Ready to go?
Mrs. H, thank you!
(chuckling): It's nothing fancy.
Just some sandwiches and cake and whatnot.
JAMES: It's perfect.
(door opens) You two have a wonderful day.
Don't hurry back.
JAMES: How'd it go?
He ran over a cat.
What happened?
I think it would be wise if Carmody wasn't allowed behind a wheel again.
Sorry, old chap, I'm going to need your help with this one.
Helen, could you take him through to the surgery while we get it ready?
Well, we were supposed to be... No, it's all right, James, it's all right.
(panting softly) It's all my fault-- I wasn't paying attention.
Don't blame yourself.
These things happen to the best of us.
Have you any idea who he belongs to?
There's no collar or identity disc.
His claws look fine to me.
Have a look, Siegfried.
Yes.
All intact.
Which means...
When cats get run over, they freeze, and prepare themselves for impact by digging their claws into the road.
It wasn't my fault.
JAMES: He's got a nasty compound fracture.
Abrasion on the abdomen.
He might have had a fall or been hit by some farming machinery.
So what do you think?
SIEGFRIED: The poor chap's in a bad way.
It might be best to put him out of his misery.
(softly): I agree.
I'll do it.
How would you feel about doing it?
If you want to be a vet, you've got to at some point.
You're right-- I'll do it.
I won't be much use around here if I just do the easy stuff.
Good man.
Sorry, little man.
(cat purring softly) (drawer opens, bottles clink) Do you hear that?
(purring continues) Extraordinary, in his state.
(purring continues) Is there really nowt we can do?
It's a tricky operation to realign and reset the bone.
He may not survive.
It just depends how much fight he's got left in him.
SIEGFRIED: Even if he did, it's a grim recovery.
He'd be in a lot of pain.
It really might be the kindest thing.
And it's not just surviving the operation.
Afterwards... HELEN: He'd need round-the-clock care.
I'll do it.
I'll nurse him.
Please, James.
I know it's a big commitment.
Spoon-feeding him every couple of hours till he get his strength up-- I know that.
And I know he might not make it.
We've got to give him a chance.
He's all on his own.
He's got no one to look after him.
(softly): Please.
I'm really not sure.
I know.
But we're going to give it a try.
It might not work, but we've got to give it a go.
Thank you.
Carmody, chloroform, surgical kit, saline solution, sulfanilamide powder, bandages, please.
I'll get some boiling water and fresh towels.
(drawers opening, objects clattering) Very nice.
What happens next time, then?
What do you mean?
Next time there's an operation that requires two vets.
And the time after that?
Carmody's a good vet.
Maybe so, but he'll never be able to replace you.
You sacked me within 24 hours, remember?
(chuckles) You thought I was incompetent.
You'll have to face up to it sooner or later, Siegfried.
Because this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.
(shouts): Carmody!
Get in here!
(footsteps approaching) Go and be with your wife.
Not until I've made sure... James... (door closes) I suspect I'm not the only one with his head in the sand.
Stand there, hold that.
The cat will be all right, I promise you.
Thank you.
(scissors cutting) How is he?
In Siegfried and Carmody's hands now.
What're you doing here?
Making him a bed.
I'll help.
All right.
SIEGFRIED: Not like that!
Hold him still!
(shop bell ringing) (door opens) Oh.
Shouldn't you be on a picnic?
Is he all right?
Carmody!
(phone ringing) Well, we had some trouble realigning the bone, and he lost more blood than we'd like, but he's alive.
Thank you.
MRS. HALL: Darrowby 2297.
We made a bed for him.
Oscar-- that's what we're calling him.
I know I shouldn't get attached.
But he can't just be "the cat."
MRS. HALL: That were Mrs. Pumphrey.
She's all in a tizz about Tricki.
Absolutely not.
I've got to go and see a Great Dane somewhere up there.
Carmody and I can go together.
I'm not sure about that.
Mrs. Pumphrey has yet to... ...warm to me.
MRS. HALL: Well, then, it'll be a good test for you.
Time to cut the apron strings.
SIEGFRIED: Excellent.
Come on, then.
Into the car-- chop, chop.
Oh, for God's sake, I'll drive.
(footsteps approaching) Has he woken up yet?
Not yet.
I'm just making him some broth.
(takes deep breath) And how are you holding up?
Up and down.
(sighs) We're here, Mr. Farnon and me.
I'd give anything to have one more week with him.
I know, love.
There he is.
What a day you've had of it, wee man, eh?
James, I know this isn't exactly the send-off we had planned.
Helen-- we did the right thing.
HELEN: I want us to be there when he wakes up.
Is that all right?
I just...
I think I've had an idea.
(chuckles) (engine stops) Look, you're going to have to get behind the wheel again at some point.
I just can't do it, Mr. Farnon.
It's as simple as that.
MRS. PUMPHREY: I'm not surprised, given that you nearly finished off poor Tricki.
Mrs. Pumphrey, how nice to see you.
I'm so glad you found time for us, Uncle Farnon.
Um, as a matter of fact, I was just giving young Carmody here a lift.
Uh, I have another appointment, I'm afraid.
(softly): I thought I made it quite clear to Uncle Herriot that Tricki will only see you.
Might I have a quiet word with you?
In private?
Uh, yes, of course.
Won't be a minute.
It's about Mr. Carmody.
Mr. Cardomy?
Actually, it's Carmody.
Oh.
He's a bit green, but he has talent.
(exhaling) Look, the truth is, without my brother, we're already stretched to the limit.
And the prospect of doing without James, as well, has put us all under rather a strain, to say the least.
They rely on us to be resilient, don't they?
But it isn't always easy.
Quite.
Well, there's no sweeping views of the Dales, but on the plus side, no wasps.
We can sit on the sofa if you, you'd rather.
No, we're gonna do this properly.
There's no sofas on a picnic.
You have to sit on the ground till your bum goes numb.
On second thoughts, I might fetch a proper vase from Mrs. H. Leave them, James, they're all right.
(paper rustling) Pork pie?
Thanks.
It's all right to be sad.
What do you mean?
Or nervous.
Or unsure.
Or anything you like.
I just want you to be honest with me.
All right.
This is really uncomfortable.
The floor, I mean.
You're right.
The bed it is.
Come on, James.
We talk to each other, me and you.
But you're acting like you're not going tomorrow.
MRS. PUMPHREY: It's been a good deal worse since his brush with death.
The poor darling was traumatized.
I think he's been put off motorcars forever.
Have you been feeding him the food supplements I gave you?
No, no, no, no.
They're not to his taste.
I don't blame him-- they reek of anchovy.
It's a therapeutic treatment, not a gourmet meal.
I'm telling you, he won't have them.
(inhales) I understand, Mrs. Pumphrey.
He and Cedric are like family to you.
Indeed, they are.
Anyone can see how well you look after him.
His teeth and gums are in good health, and his fur is uncommonly soft.
Oh, that'll be the new shampoo I've been using.
It's expensive, but I thought he needed a little pampering.
I think we may have found the problem.
I suspect this new shampoo is irritating his skin.
Try going back to the old one and see if it clears up.
I could give it a try, I suppose.
Thank you.
I'll get Franois to bring the car around for you.
I'm sorry, I... You told Mr. Farnon that you couldn't get behind the wheel again.
This won't do at all.
Yes, but... With Mr. Herriot gone, you need to pull your weight.
So I'm going to give you a driving lesson.
I'm not sure that's a good idea.
I can't drive a Rolls-Royce.
You're in at the deep end, dear boy.
That's the only thing for it.
(Tricki moans lightly) What if I crash?
What if I scratch it?
What if a bird relieves itself on it?
Oh, do get ahold of yourself.
We're only going for a little drive.
How does it feel to be in the back with me, Franois?
Uh, diffrente, madame.
Off we go, then.
Now, don't dither, but don't be reckless.
A watchful confidence, that's the key.
I was nervous enough driving Mr. Farnon's Rover.
Now that feels like child's play.
Well, that's precisely the point, dear boy.
Once you've driven this, precious cargo and all, you won't be scared of anything.
(sighs) Ooh, one last thing.
And this is most important of all.
I want you to talk to Tricki.
You must put him at ease.
CARMODY: You want me to talk to Tricki?
Constantly, yes.
(exhales): All right, then, Tricki.
(engine starts) Here we go.
As you can see, we're now pulling away from Pumphrey Manor, or home, as you probably call it.
Um...
Right.
(clears throat) We're now leaving the estate via the west gate.
Or is it the south?
Anyway, it's quite a typical gate, representative of the architecture of the area, I would think.
(sheep bleating) Uh, the, the Dales were shaped by ice eroding the limestone, a hard sedimentary rock formed millions of years ago by the remains of sea creatures.
I'm afraid that's all I know about the landscape.
Oh, look!
There are some sheep.
On our left, we have, well, trees, mainly.
But beech trees like this can live for 200 or 300 years.
Although these are probably younger than that.
And here we are, back home.
And everyone in one piece.
(exhales) You see?
Not a scratch.
Was it all right?
I was so focused on thinking of things to say, I completely forgot to concentrate on my driving.
Well, that was rather what I had in mind.
Look at him.
He's perfectly at ease now.
Thank you, Mrs. Pumphrey.
Somehow you've turned me into a good driver.
Well, I wouldn't go quite as far as that.
But fortunately, you don't need to be a good driver.
You need to be a safe one.
Come along, Tricki, we've got things to do.
Franois, would you drive Uncle Carmody back to Darrowby?
Of course, madame.
HELEN: He's coming round.
Hello, Oscar.
Welcome to your new home.
(purring) It's all gonna be all right now, thanks to James.
Thanks to you.
When I signed up with Tris... ...it was the right thing to do.
It was a tough decision, but there wasn't a shadow of doubt.
But so much has changed since then.
Our cities weren't being bombed.
You weren't expecting.
And if you had been, I don't know.
I'm so sorry.
For what?
For abandoning you.
Don't you dare be sorry.
You're not abandoning anyone.
We make decisions together, and this was no different.
What you're doing is amazing.
And I'm so, so proud of you.
I'm sorry we didn't get to Sutton Bank.
Shh.
This was perfect.
I only wanted to spend time alone with you.
(exhales) (breathes deeply) Now make yourself useful.
Go and get me some broth.
(chuckles) (quietly): Hello.
How're you feeling?
Aw.
(Oscar meows) (shushes) (Oscar purring) What are you doing still up?
Couldn't sleep.
You and me both.
Nightcap?
Thanks.
(clock pendulum swinging) (sighs) (bottle opens) (drink pours) Cheers.
Cheers.
Are you all packed and ready?
Packed but not ready.
Not remotely.
Sounds about right.
(inhales) Do you remember when I first arrived, the locals got me so drunk, I mixed up two cats?
And I damn near castrated the wrong one.
Mrs. Dinsdale's cat came in with a mild case of mange and nearly left without his manhood.
(both laughing) If it wasn't for Mrs. Hall, I'd have sent you packing then and there.
Even when you didn't, I was terrified.
I felt so out of my depth.
Just like I do now.
It's all right to be scared.
It would be strange if you weren't.
Can I ask you something?
When you went to war... ...how did Evelyn cope?
We'll look after her, James.
And the baby, too.
I promise you.
Thank you.
Right.
I think it's our patriotic duty to finish the bottle, don't you?
(clears throat) HELEN: Drink up.
It'll make you better.
There's a good boy.
Good boy.
I know you're frightened.
But it's gonna be all right.
We'll get through this together, you and me.
How long have you been there?
I'm glad we saved him.
All thanks to you.
(whispers): Hey.
(birds chirping) (inhales) Audrey.
I don't want to lose you, Gerald.
I don't want to lose you, either.
But I have to go.
Then I'm coming with you.
Do you really mean that?
Well, I'll get my divorce papers soon, and then we can go together.
Audrey, it's a big sacrifice.
I know how happy you are at... Well, this is our chance to be together.
And if we don't take it, then we might always regret it.
Does that make us engaged?
I suppose it does.
We should probably get going.
Helen's on her way down.
I'm sorry, but Mr. Metcalfe's got a pig with tummy trouble.
JAMES: That's all right.
I hate goodbyes anyway.
Carmody!
Carmody, two questions-- question one.
Will you pay Mr. Metcalfe a visit?
His pig's poorly.
Of course.
(keys jingle) Question two.
Would you mind staying on a little longer than planned?
Mrs. Pumphrey tells me you're not inadequate, which is progress of a sort, I suppose.
I'd be delighted.
Well, hurry along, then.
Don't keep Metcalfe waiting.
Richard.
(hands clasp) James.
Keep the others in line, won't you?
I'll do my best.
(door opens) MRS. HALL: We should be going.
I'll go and check on Helen.
(door closes, footsteps retreating) (footsteps approaching) I can't face the bus stop.
Is it all right if we say goodbye here?
Of course.
I'm only a few counties away, remember.
(voice trembling): Five-- I counted.
I'll write.
And I'll try to call.
As often as you can, please.
(exhales) You're going to be an incredible mum.
I've never been so sure of anything in my life.
Go, before I cry.
(crying softly) (crying) JAMES: You'll look after Helen?
Of course I will.
Even when she don't let me.
(chuckles) (bus approaching) Won't be the same without you.
Then just make sure it's the same when I come home.
Don't let it change you.
I won't.
Proud of you, James.
We all are.
(Jess panting and whining) What have you got there, Jess?
(bus brakes hiss, engine revs) (horn honks) JAMES: O my Love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my Love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love!
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
It's ever so quiet up there without him.
I haven't told him yet.
I'll do it tomorrow.
What's going on?
MRS. HALL: Why don't you give your dad and Jenny a visit?
I wondered if you could come and have a look at a calf.
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