THE MUSICAL PITCH.
BREAK, break, break,
O voice!—let me urge thy plea!—
O 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 gave 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!