Dedicated to A true Scotsman ,

Robert Hunter mi Frien

Of Hunters stories they come big and small,
Yet non-compare to the grandest to me of all.

A stranger to Scotland I was indeed,
For in my heart I heeded the pipers call from over the sea.

Grand was the journey and grand was the sights,
My ancestral homeland and heartland and that a fact.

And except for written letters exchanged in the past,
I knew not him nor he me by firsthand sight, yet a'kin at heart I knew from start.

Straight as a pike he stands to me above them all,
A warrior, a Hunter true and of that make no mistake.

In battle field nor pub room fray I fear not at all.
As long as he stood with me and not again me in the fight.

Of quality not quantity I count my friends and of this I am sure,
Of this Hunter I know in my heart I could trust to stand through it all to the end.

He asked nothing for himself yet gives his all,
And for this in return I will say "I will be honored to return the favor one-day."

A frien' I call Robert Hunter and that's a fact
For his grand hospitality shown to me meant the world to me you see.

If ever there comes a day in his need he would call,
I hope that I will be able to be counted first to muster tae his call.

So I raise mi cup of Bunnahabhain tae' him.
And have a wee dram or two in honor of mi' Grand Scottish Frien'.
 

By Raymond L.Morehead Esq. FSA SCOTT

 U.S.A.