Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Alexander Hay Japp b. 1840A Music Lesson
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Fairly in a raw:
Lift this and then that,
And blaw, blaw, blaw!
That ’s hoo to play, Johnny,
On the pipes sae shrill:
Never was the piper yet
But needit a’ his skill.
Afore he wan the knack
O’ making bag and pipe gie
His verra yearnin’s back.
The echo tae his heart-strings
Frae sic a thing to come;
Oh, is it no a wonder—
Like a voice frae out the dumb?
Ye mauna hurry thro’,
Tak’ time and try it ower again—
Sic a blast ye blew!
It ’s no alane by blawing strang,
But eke by blawing true,
That ye can mak’ the music
To thrill folk thro’ and thro’.
’T is them that mak’s the din;
But for the finish’d pipers
They count it as a sin:
And maybe it ’s the verra same
A’ the warld thro’,
The learners are the verra ones
That mak’ the most ado!
I sayna they ’re unfair—
Aboot oor squallin’ music,
And their taunts hae hurt me sair;
But if they’d heard a piper true
At nicht come ower the hill,
Playin’ up a pibroch
Upon the wind sae still:
And floatin’ on the air,
The sounds come saftly on ye
Amaist ere ye ’re aware,
And wind themsels aboot the heart,
That hasna yet forgot
The witchery o’ love and joy
Within some lanely spot:
Nor say the bagpipe’s wild,
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,
Within the haunts of men.
Fairly in a raw:
Lift this and then that,
And blaw, blaw, blaw!
That ’s hoo to play, Johnny,
On the pipes sae shrill:
Never was the piper yet
But needit a’ his skill.