Travellers Ale

Oh brother dear, where are you now
On your travels near and far
You trek from the lands of ice and snow
Guided by a Mongol star

Without a thought for rest or food
To help a needful friend
Your boots were made for walking
As the path you follow wends

And we’ll raise a glass to our own dear friends
As they journey down the trail
When we’re done we’ll pack our bundles up
Having drunk of Travellers Ale!

Oh, father dear, you sit at home
With your travels all long done
Do you wish you were back on the road
With a quest not yet begun

I have tried to take your guidance
I can always hear your rhyme,
In your boots I see your reason
Your mountains I will climb.

And we’ll raise a glass to our own dear friends
As they journey down the trail
When we’re done we’ll pack our bundles up
Having drunk of Travellers Ale!

My son, my son, where will you go
When you leave your mother dear,
will you walk the lands with a swagger
will you walk without a fear?

Will you serve the kings my fathers served
Will you aid your mother’s land?
As you break the boots I gave you in,
Will you reach out with your hand?

And we’ll raise a glass to our own dear friends
As they journey down the trail
When we’re done we’ll pack our bundles up
Having drunk of Travellers Ale!

And we’ll raise a glass to our own dear friends
As they journey down the trail
When we’re done we’ll pack our bundles up
Having drunk of Travellers Ale!

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