| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). A Victorian Anthology, 18371895. 1895. |
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| A Music Lesson |
| | | Alexander Hay Japp (b. 1840) |
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| FINGERS on the holes, Johnny, | |
| Fairly in a raw: | |
| Lift this and then that, | |
| And blaw, blaw, blaw! | |
| That s hoo to play, Johnny, | 5 |
| On the pipes sae shrill: | |
| Never was the piper yet | |
| But needit a his skill. | |
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| And lang and sair he tried it, tae, | |
| Afore he wan the knack | 10 |
| O making bag and pipe gie | |
| His verra yearnins back. | |
| The echo tae his heart-strings | |
| Frae sic a thing to come; | |
| Oh, is it no a wonder | 15 |
| Like a voice frae out the dumb? | |
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| Tak tentie, noo, my Johnny lad, | |
| Ye mauna hurry thro, | |
| Tak time and try it ower again | |
| Sic a blast ye blew! | 20 |
| It s no alane by blawing strang, | |
| But eke by blawing true, | |
| That ye can mak the music | |
| To thrill folk thro and thro. | |
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| The waik folk and the learnin, | 25 |
| T is them that maks the din; | |
| But for the finishd pipers | |
| They count it as a sin: | |
| And maybe it s the verra same | |
| A the warld thro, | 30 |
| The learners are the verra ones | |
| That mak the most ado! | |
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| Ye ken the Southrons taunt us | |
| I sayna they re unfair | |
| Aboot oor squallin music, | 35 |
| And their taunts hae hurt me sair; | |
| But if theyd heard a piper true | |
| At nicht come ower the hill, | |
| Playin up a pibroch | |
| Upon the wind sae still: | 40 |
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| Risin noo, and fallin noo, | |
| And floatin on the air, | |
| The sounds come saftly on ye | |
| Amaist ere ye re aware, | |
| And wind themsels aboot the heart, | 45 |
| That hasna yet forgot | |
| The witchery o love and joy | |
| Within some lanely spot: | |
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| I m sure they wadna taunt us sae, | |
| Nor say the bagpipes wild, | 50 |
| Nor speak o screachin noises | |
| Enuch to deave a child: | |
| They would say the bagpipe only | |
| Is the voice of hill and glen; | |
| And would listen to it sorrowing, | 55 |
| Within the haunts of men. | |
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| Fingers on the holes, Johnny, | |
| Fairly in a raw: | |
| Lift this and then that, | |
| And blaw, blaw, blaw! | 60 |
| That s hoo to play, Johnny, | |
| On the pipes sae shrill: | |
| Never was the piper yet | |
| But needit a his skill. | |
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