DOMHNULL PIOBAIRE AND THE BAGPIPES. (Written for a Social gathering of the Kingston Caledonian Society). AIR.-"Wooed an' married an' a'." OUR gathering night—more's the pity— This evening wer're heather-ward bound! Surely his sense must be small Who would not declare such rare piping Away with your brass-bands a-braying! 'Twas surely worse discords to drown. Who, save one as deaf as a wall, Let Donald but screw up his chanter, As if he could dance in the air! He strikes up a charge, and proud Preston, Loud lauding both Mac and our Night. There's life in the voice of the Clàrsach, Just hear some sweet spring from the Oinnseach, Its Coronach sets us a-weeping, Its Flings make us wild with delight; It has tones for all moods in its keepingRare treat for a gathering night! Out on the thick-headed thrall Who his dislike o't would drawl! The right way to deal with such creatures A bicker of good Athol brose is Not bad when a battle is near; But the right thing, when coming to blows, is From Bannockburn down to this hour, sirs, Its place is the front of the fight; Then hey for the gallant Piob-mhor, sirs, The glory and pride of our night! Drums and bugles and all Such things may well suit a roll-call, But the Clans, when their foes they would scatter, The pipes takes to open the ball. Long, long may fair Scotia flourish, She lacketh the Clans and the Kilt. Begot of a gathering night. Joy then, joy be to all Ready to hasten their fall Who would in the Gael's loved homesteads "STANDS SCOTLAND WHERE IT DID." LAND of the Bruce! I marvel how, As if thy name Were off the list of nations now. Shall a race who ne'er, as foes, Could their rule on thee impose, Ceaseless strain Now thy history's page to close? Up! or evermore disown Thy once well-known fair renown! If, of two, One must do, Let the Saxon name go down. Strange how word so brief as "Scot" Sticketh in the Anglo throat That Maelstrom, Like a doom, Gulping down all else we've got! Is there any noble deed Told of men born north the Tweed? Ten to one, "Times" or "Sun” 'Tis of Englishmen we read! If a battle has been won By a Campbell, Gough or Gunn, Take the blows, Macs and O's, England takes the praise alone! |