Traveler afresh at my home from abroad.
Rest your horse upon my sod.
Tell your tales of finest sights
And I’ll tell of tales at their heights.
Stay for awhile, rest your weary bones,
for you are always welcome at this home.
Drink of our ale and fine spirits,
Consume our largesse until you can’t bear it.
Now sets the sun o’er yon distant hill,
seen through herbs growing on the sill.
Sleep ye well upon our bed,
let memories of today flow in your head.
For tomorrow is another day to be
and now dream of places yet to see!
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