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187 No other could wake such detestable groans, With reed and with chaunter—with bag and with drones: All day and all night he delighted the chiels With sniggering pibrochs and jiggety reels.

He'd clamber a mountain and squat on the ground, And the neighbouring maidens would gather around To list to his pipes and to gaze in his een, Especially.

All loved their, save a Sassenach brute, Who came to the Highlands to fish and to shoot; He dressed himself up in a Highlander way; Tho' his name it was.

had incurred a good deal of expense To make him a Scotchman in every sense; But this is a matter, you'll readily own, That isn't a question of tailors alone.

A Sassenach chief may be bonily built, He may purchase a sporran, a bonnet, and kilt; Stick a skeän in his hose—wear an acre of stripes— But he cannot assume an affection for pipes.