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Tale # 21 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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" 'E packed 'is kit, an' slung 'is blade- An' started on 'is trek. Desirin' fer adventure... 'er siren call did beck... 'E was a Scottish laddie... Red 'aired, wi' eyes so pale- 'Twere like a bloody mirror." Thus starts the Traveler's Tale. I've 'eard 'e marched wi' Wallace At Glencoe took 'is stand... The lure of gold an' silver... Took 'im far to other lands. It's said 'e were a sailor man- An' sometimes of a night- 'is memory wou' take 'im back- To some 'air raisin' fight. I'd gi' a bloomin' sovereign- For a mug o' Scottish ale... An' the privilege o' 'earin' 'im spin a Traveler's Tale. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
You know, I wouldn't have minded seeing him in his kilt! Not at all! A |
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