Now the time will come to past...
Who's is the face beneath this mask?
Am I a poet?, a lover of pies
Who catches all the lassies eyes'
Am I someone seldom seen,
who works all day and sighs an' dreams?
Am I a lad who roams distant lands,
Seeking lakes with rod in hand?
The choice is yours on this night of masks,
And all I'll have to do is ask.....
Who am I?