The Traveler's Tale #53 Poem by John Yaws

'Tis dark wi' gloom me life's become-
Long wend the weary miles...
And long it's been, since I 'ad friends...
Or seen a maiden smile.

An' 'eavy, aye, the weight o' years,
'ave caused me frame to bow.
I once stood strong, an' resolute...
Faith! Ye shou' see me now!

The scars wha' lace me 'ere an' there,
'ave come fra many blade-
'Tis wha a mon cooms to expect,
When fightin' be 'is trade.

Me eyes now long for 'ighland 'eath,
I feign wou' see me kin-
Buchanan is the clan I claim,
We be bold, fightin' men!

I'm merely tired, an' feign wou' rest-
An' tip a cup o' ale...
Then off I'd be to wield me blade-
An spin me Traveler's Tale.