Put she’ll shust teuk a trap pefore her task sh’ll pegan,
So here’s ta pagpipe, ta kran Hielan’ pagpipe, ta prite o’ ta lan’.”
“WHILE BREATHING CHANTERS PROUDLY SWELL.”—Scott.
Mr. McSkirliguy (beguiling the time with some cheerful pibrochs on his national instrument).
Mr. Southdown (travelling north with his Family by the Night Mail). “Dear, dear, dear! What a Shame they don’t Grease the Wheels of these Carriages! I can’t get a Wink of Sleep! (Mrs. S. groans in sympathy.) I declare I’ll Complain to the Directors.”
By Charles Keene, Jan. 21, 1871.
(Reproduced from Punch, by special permission of the Proprietors.)
CHAPTER XIV.
The Humour of the Pipes.
“Wha wadna be in love
Wi’ bonnie Maggie Lauder?
A piper met her gaun to Fife
And spiered what was’t they ca’d her;
Richt scornfully she answered him,