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190 "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 !"

The fame of his piping spread over the land: Respectable widows proposed for his hand, And maidens came flocking to sit on the green— Especially.

One morning the fidgety Sassenach swore He'd stand it no longer—he drew his claymore, And (this was, I think, in extremely bad taste), Divided close to the waist.

Oh! loud were the wailings for , Oh! deep was the grief for that excellent man— The maids stood aghast at the horrible scene, Especially.

It sorrowed poor To find them "take on" in this serious way, He pitied the poor little fluttering birds, And solaced their souls with the following words:—