THE MUSICAL PITCH
BREAK, break, break,
O voice!—let me urge thy plea!
Oh, lower the Pitch, lest utter
Despair be the end of me!
'Tis well for the fiddles to squeak,
The bassoon to grunt in its play;
'Twere well had I lungs of brass,
Or that nothing but strings give way!
Break, break, break,
O voice! I must urge thy plea,
For the tender skin of my larynx is torn,
And I fail in my upper G!
Anonymous.