A-piping at the door.
We tumbles out to hear him blow,
Tu-wit, he blew, tu-wee,
On rummy pipes o' reeds a-row
Their likes I never see;
And as he blew he shook a limb
And capered like a goat,
And us bold lads we looks at him
Like rabbits at a stoat.
An oddly chap and russet red,