The Bagpiper
A simple lad
Who used neither quip nor query
He played all day and piped all night
All to his wee heart’s delight
But the day came when he found himself galled and
Not so exultant with his ditty
So he went forth
To the beauty of old Scotland to find his song of pity
He traveled far and wide
Soon our laddie found himself at
Pearson’s Divide
On that cliff, he listened to the winds of God
But stepped too far and found himself falling to the clod
The bagpiper lost his music to the mountain that day
Now the only man he has to play for is the Lord
But don’t think he’s gone, me addled hearties
If one puts an ear to the cliff side for quite long
They can still hear the somber sounds of the
Bagpiper’s last song