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9 Paddy, “ Few play this music, can you Jay? s I, “I can't tell, for I never did try;" He told me that he had a charm, To make his pipes prettily speak, Then squeezed a bag under his arm, And sweetly they set up a squeak: a farala, larallo loo, och ! honey how he ha - ded the drone ! "hen such a sweet music he blew, 'twould have melted the heart of a stone. Ir pipes,' said I, ' Paddy, so nately come over me, aked I'll wander wherever it blows if my father should try to recover me, re it won't be by describing my clothes. music I hear now, takes hold of my ear now, ind leads me all over the world by the nose." So I follow'd his bagpipe so sweet, And sung, as I leap'd like a frog, Adieu to my family seat, So pleasantly placed in a bog. h my farala, laralla, loo, how sweetly he han- dled the drone ! then such sweet music he blew, 'twould have melted the heart of a stone. five years I follow'd him, nothing could sunder us, Lil he one morning had taken a sup, slipp'd from a bridge in a river just under us, Souse to the bottom, just like a blind pup. ar'd out, and bawl'd out, and lustily call'd out, O Paddy, my dear, don't you mean to come up ?'