Ah, rest yer bones, me bonnie lad.
For I’ve a yarn to spin.
It takes me back two score o’ years,
An’ I was young back then.
Them was the days a man o’ iron
Could win a fortune, sure!
Provided that his blade was sharp,
An’ if his heart was pure.
I signed wi’ ruddy Cap’n Muir-
To do a bit o’ fightin’
To win a fortune, my desire-
The thought were right excitin’.
for Scotland, though I love her...
Fair filled me heart wi’ dread-
They’d posted me fer robbin’
Put a price upon me head.
We sailed from out of Dover-
Where I was layin’ low...
An’ didn’t board the schooner
Till she was set to go.
I couldna find the place we went,
E’en on a bloody map-
The clearest mem’ry that I have-
It was a bloomin’ trap.
Ah, Muir, a bonnie fightin’ man
A planner, he was dim-
An’ in the hottest fightin’ there-
I was long side of him-
“Ah, Cap’n, mon, ye must be daft”!
Not knowin’ that we’re beat...
A Scotsman’s never known to run
But sometimes we retreat”.
Midst flame and steel, I saw him reel
An’ springin’ to his side-
He said, “Ha’ done, but it was fun”-
Then smiled at me, an’ died.
it started out a bonnie fray,
But soon turned to a rout....
Two hundred strong we went to play-
But fifty made it out!
For nine and twenty year, me boy-
I fought..to no avail-
I earn me livin’ wi’ me wits-
So goes the Traveler’s Tale.
Live large, people!
[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 11-30-1999).]