The Bab Ballads by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
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The Clan of Clonglocketty rose as one man;
For all were enraged at the insult, I ween-- Especially ELLEN McJONES ABERDEEN. "Let's show," said McCLAN, "to this Sassenach loon That the bagpipes CAN play him a regular tune. Let's see," said McCLAN, as he thoughtfully sat, "'IN MY COTTAGE' 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) McCLAN, 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 ELLEN McJONES ABERDEEN. "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 CLONGLOCKETTY ANGUS McCLAN!" The fame of his piping spread over the land: |
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