(he turns to the Frenchman in the colorful blanket coat.)
If thosse boys in red was not lookin' for me, I'll be a dry flat their lookin' for you. The snow is comming down from the high ground though, and if they've not found this place by now, I'm sure they'll be hanging paper for us both come Sunday.
I've no rule against drinking with Voyaguers, as long as there's two cups twixt us! Hey, Mudcat! Two more rums hot with a butter in them. I'll sing for the lads so late of the King's guard up North!
"Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar Tak' the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
"Oh he looked sae prood and sae gallant then Wi' his kilt and sporran an' his musket gun And the ladies kissed them as they marched awa' And they sailed awa' boys They sailed awa', boys, by the Broomielaw
"Come laddies come, hear the cannons roar Tak' the King's shilling an' we're off tae war
"The pipes they played as they marched along And the men they sang oot a battle song "March on, march on," cried our Captain gay And for King and country For King and country we will fight this day"
(Outside the snow begins to fall slow heavy and wet.)
Mikal