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Tale # 23 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The clash o' steel, an' labored breath- The stench o' fear, the smell o' death- For wha', I ask ye? Land an' fame? Or in defense o' some fair name? Nay, lad, 'tis for the feel o' gold… So 'ard to get, then 'ard to hold. Wha' called we Scots to foreign fields- To pay our way, wi' steel, cold steel. I mind the time we fought in France- Them froggies sure could skip an' dance An epee, I believe it's called- Or rapier? They be toys all! They's somethin' 'bout a claymore's swing- A hefty blade…ah, 'ear 'er sing! An' just the thing to cut through mail- I've never known 'er once to fail. I mind the time, Long Tom an' me… Were in a glade, a fixin' tea- A score o' troops should 'appen by- I looks at Tom, an' catched 'is eye… "Why, Tom, Old sport.. a lovely day- for men o' war to sport an' play!" 'E said, "Too right"! an' drew 'is blade.. An' in amongst 'em we did wade. Surprised was they? Why, I should smile! Their archers arrows all flew wild… They tried to stand, bu' not fer long! They could na stand our claymore's song. Ah, Tom! 'e were a fightin' man! An' never slow to lend a hand… I 'eard 'im laugh, an' seen 'im cry… An' 'eld 'is 'ead an' watched 'im die. I've seen 'em come, an' watched 'em go- As age an' blade di' lay 'em low- Ah, in the East it's growin' pale… I guess I'll end me Traveler's Tale. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
"They could na stand our claymore's song" The Travelers Tales are keepers for sure. That line made me laugh out loud though. I so love these stories. Alison |
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