One Lonely Musketeer

First read Jan Allisons, "One lonely musky tear" One Lonely Musketeer Tiss true I have me comrades Men at arms, one for all and all for one When it comes to love, seems I ride alone A big nose of whiskey, the ladies seem to run My sword may latch on to a knicker or two Those lassies sure do run fast, they do I serenade them with inebriated rhymes They laugh and say I am out of me mind I shall conquer armies on horse and sword The thorn of the rose, and scorn of me mistress Shall be my ultimate demise One lonely Musketeer