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Tale # 25 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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The pipes are calling on the moor- Me blood does fairly boil- To take me claymore, off to war And leave this lowly toil. To see the Clans in bright array The tartans proud and bold- A man is proud to be a Scot! Like in the days of old. There's nothing like the sound of pipes To hear them squeal and skirl- Will raise the hair upon your neck- And make you face the world. To be a Scot! and hear the pipes- A bonnie lot indeed- I'd rather wear me tartan Than the bloody English tweed. The lilt o' pipes, the roll o' drums They never seem to fail- To stir me Scottish 'eart to proudly... Spin a Traveler's Tale. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
John, Thank you for the Traveler Tales. You know, I hope more are reading these than it appears. If not, the general masses are missing out! I feel like I am reading the first edition of a rare book. Wonderful writing. I come home and look for my next installments. I am addicted you know. And a fine addiction this is. Oh! and I love the pipes too. Alison |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I agree with Alison. Love the Traveler's tales and the pipes. Ida |
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OldPoet Member
since 2009-06-30
Posts 112The Left Coast |
I don't know which to fear most, a Texas Scot or a Scottish Texan. Either way the verse is far from frightening.  "Im learning to fly but I aint got wings |
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