Inclined to believe that the man was a fool;
Whilst the Tories yelled “You may do your worst,
And blow away till your Bagpipes burst.”
Into the street the Piper stept,
Smiling a little sardonic smile,
Gs if he knew what music slept,
In his quiet pipes the while.
Then like a regular Scotch adept,
To blow the pipes his lips he bagged,
His fingers flew, ne’er a moment they lagged,