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Rh Boiled over, the blood of — The Clan of Clonglocketty rose as one man; For all were enraged at the insult, I ween— Especially.

"Let's show," said, "to this Sassenach loon That the bagpipes can play him a regular tune. Let's see," said , 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), 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.