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Ellen McJones Aberdeen

ON

TY

US

Was the son of an elderly labouring man;

You've guessed him a Scotchman, shrewd reader, at sight,

And p'r'aps altogether, shrewd reader, you're right.

From the bonnie blue Forth to the lovely Deeside,

Round by Dingwall and Wrath to the mouth of the Clyde,

There wasn't a child or a woman or

Who could pipe with

TY

US

AN.

No other could wake such detestable groans,

With reed and with chaunter - with bag and with drones:

All day and ill night he delighted the

With sniggering pibrochs and jiggety reels.

He'd clamber a mountain and squat on the ground,

And the neighbouring maidens would gather

To list to the pipes and to gaze in his een,

Especially

EN

ES

EN.

All loved their

AN, save a Sassenach brute,

Who came to the Highlands to fish and to shoot;

He dressed himself up in a Highlander way,

Tho' his name it was

ON

BY

AY.

AY had incurred a good deal of

To make him a Scotchman in every sense;

But this is a matter, you'll readily own,

That isn't a question of tailors alone.

A Sassenach chief may be bonily built,

He may purchase a sporran, a bonnet, and kilt;

Stick a skein in his hose - wear an acre of stripes -But he cannot assume an affection for pipes.

TY'S pipings all night and all

Quite frenzied poor

ON

BY

AY;

The girls were amused at his singular spleen,

Especially

EN

ES

ON

TY

US, my lad,

With pibrochs and reels you are driving me mad.

If you really must play on that cursed affair,

My goodness! play something resembling an air."Boiled over the blood of

ON

AN -The Clan of Clonglocketty rose as one man;

For all were enraged at the insult,

I ween -Especially

EN

ES

EN."Let's show," said

AN, "to this Sassenach

That the bagpipes

AN play him a regular tune.

Let's see," said

AN, as he thoughtfully sat,"'IN MY

GE' is easy - I'll practise at that."He blew at his "Cottage," and blew with a will,

For a year, seven months, and a fortnight, until(You'll hardly believe it)

AN,

I declare,

Elicited something resembling an air.

It was wild - it was fitful - as wild as the breeze -It wandered about into several keys;

It was jerky, spasmodic, and harsh,

I'm aware;

But still it distinctly suggested an air.

The Sassenach screamed, and the Sassenach danced;

He shrieked in his agony - bellowed and pranced;

And the maidens who gathered rejoiced at the scene -Especially

EN

ES

EN."Hech gather, hech gather, hech gather around;

And fill a' ye lugs wi' the exquisite sound.

An air fra' the bagpipes - beat that if ye can!

Hurrah for

TY

US

AN!"The fame of his piping spread over the land:

Respectable widows proposed for his hand,

And maidens came flocking to sit on the green -Especially

EN

ES

EN.

One morning the fidgety Sassenach

He'd stand it no longer - he drew his claymore,

And (this was,

I think, in extremely bad taste)Divided

TY close to the waist.

Oh! loud were the wailings for

US

AN,

Oh! deep was the grief for that excellent man;

The maids stood aghast at the horrible scene -Especially

EN

ES

EN.

It sorrowed poor

ON

BY

To find them "take on" in this serious way;

He pitied the poor little fluttering birds,

And solaced their souls with the following words:"Oh, maidens," said

ON, touching his hat,"Don't blubber, my dears, for a fellow like that;

Observe,

I'm a very superior man,

A much better fellow than

US

AN."They smiled when he winked and addressed them as "dears,"And they all of them vowed, as they dried up their tears,

A pleasanter gentleman never was seen -Especially

EN

ES

EN.

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