_Och hone! How he handled the drone! And then the sweet music he blew Would have melted the heart of a stone!_ I. Pater me clauserat Domi homunculum; Grunniens sus erat Comes, ut mos: Transibat tibicen Juxta domunculam, Quando per januam Protuli os; Ille ait impromptu, "Hâc tibiâ num tu, Ut te sine sumptu Edoceam, vis?" Tum pressit amiculam Sub ulnâ vesiculam Quæ sonum reddidit Vocibus his: _Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!_ Φευ, ϕευ! _Modo flens, modo flans, Magico_ ελελευ _Cor et aurem vel lapidi dans!_ 2. "Your pipe," says I, "Thady, So neatly comes over me, Naked I'll wander Wherever it blows; And, if my poor parents Should try to recover me, Sure it won't be By describing my clothes. The music I hear now Takes hold of my ear now, And leads me all over The world by the nose." So I follow'd his bagpipe so sweet, And I sung, as I leapt like a frog, "Adieu to my family seat, So pleasantly placed in a bog!" _Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!_ _Och hone! How we handled the drone! And then the sweet music we blew Would have melted the heart of a stone!_ II. Cui ego tum: "Tu sic, ah! Me rapis musicâ, Ut sequar nudulus Tibicen, te! Et si pater, testibus, Quærat me, vestibus, Redibit, ædepol! Vacuâ re. Sic melos quod audio Me replet gaudio Ut trahor campos et Flumina trans;" Jam linquo rudibus Hic in paludibus, "Patris tigurium Splendidè stans." _Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!_ _Dum tibicen, tu, Modo flens, modo flans, Iteras_ ελελευ, _Cor et aurem vel lapidi dans._ 3. Full five years I follow'd him, Nothing could sunder us; Till he one morning Had taken a sup, And slipt from a bridge In a river just under us, Souse to the bottom Just like a blind pup. He roar'd, and he bawl'd out; And I also call'd out, "Now, Thady, my friend, Don't you mean to come up?" ... He was dead as a nail in a door; Poor Thady was laid on the shelf. So I took up his pipes on the shore, And now I've set up for myself. _Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!_ _Och hone! Don't I handle the drone, And play such sweet music? I too, Can't I soften the heart of a stone?_ III. Ut arte sic magicâ Egi quinquennium, Magistro tragica Accidit res; Bacchi nam numine, Pontis cacumine Dum staret, flumine Labitur pes! "E sinu fluctuum, O puer, duc tuum (Clamat) didascalum, Fer opem nans!" ... Ast ego renuo; Et sumens denuò Littore tibias Sustuli, fans, _Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!_