French Horn - by
For a few days only,
/ the plum tree outside the window
/ shoulders perfection.
/ No matter the plums will be small,
/ eaten only by squirrels…
For a few days only,
/ the plum tree outside the window
/ shoulders perfection.
/ No matter the plums will be small,
/ eaten only by squirrels…
The roofs sizzle at the waking touch,
/ talkative like kettledrums
/ tightened by the iron fingers of drought
/
/ Streets break into liquid dance
/ gathering legs…
Is and sin tangatar cruiti Cainbile o Es Ruaid dia n-airfidedh.
/ Indar leo-sam ba do taisceladh forra ó Ulltaib tangatar,…
A fine player was he …
/ ‘Twas the heather at my knee,
/ The Lang Hill o’ Fare
/ An’ a reid rose-tree,
/ A bonnie dryin’…
He cut a sappy sucker from the muckle rodden-tree,
/ He trimmed it, an’ he wet it, an’ he thumped it on…
Angus McKay, Queen Victoria’s piper, went insane ‘over study of music’. He was admitted to the Crichton Royal from Bedlam…