The Traveler's Tales continue with the Traveler reminiscing in Tale 24... - poetheart 09/06/01
I've known a lot o' lassies-
An' loved me not a few…
An' left them lonely in me wake
Alas, 'tis true, 'tis true.
An' why, pray tell? Didst leave? Ye ask...
Why, mon! To ply me trade…
An' lassies come, an' lassies go...
Me livin' is me blade!
Why, lad, there's nothin' quite the same
As livin' on the road-
An' many times I've packed me kit-
An' left some warm abode…
To travel lonely Scottish miles,
To see another hill…
To try an' quench me wanderlust
Wi' travel drink me fill.
Rob Roy were a friend o' mine-
'im of McGregor fame…
An' Bob, the Bruce I likewise knew...
An' 'elped 'im wi' 'is claim…
Aye, 'elped to put 'im on the throne
Aye, Robert, king o' Scots...
An' Wallace? Aye, knew William, too...
In some tight an' bloody spots.
An' deeds that's past, an' them before...
They canna balance scales…
An' so I'll go, an' live, an' write-
A few more Traveler's Tales.by John R. Yaws