Abide me not with villagers
in the shifty realms of false truths
fending guises for seasons bidding arctic souls
hearts sleeps to miss bartering wantoned in the wakes

find me not a whispering emissary
glib of tongue and harps rhapsodies in tunes
bearing fruits and gems just the stripe and jump
and when drunk with my fill blow away like smoke

see me not the theatre playwright
enshrined in plots as privy with devious aforethought
smooth in conquering delivering twists and turns in turns
all to smite cherries and take tales to gloss the chevaliers at inns

far from me the intrepid chancer
travelling connoisseur of the once or twice taster
a sip or two of a merry night for in clear morn I'll be gone
for many awaits and my time is short but for now lets allay

know me not the weary and worn
now in search the extra hands and warmth
the weathered years ahead calls the horn for more
come hither to cottage and help me make it warmer nights

better you think not the popinjay
wanting another jewel at heel and arm
strutting to show the capture as possession to grace
see me and my beauty for which the dowry is well grand

Do see me the real and honest man
with faults with grace and nowt but a truthful heart
to care honour to build together in purpose and provident
to play laugh and work as one and find the best in both of us

Abide me not with villagers
in the shifty realms of false truths
where unreal intentions meet the realities of lies
and vulgarities of bodies minds souls and filthy lucre paves their paths
one of many and many of one each singing in the choir of missing reasons