The Highland bagpipe : $b its history, literature, and music: with some account of the traditions, superstitions, and anecdotes relating to the instrument and its tunesManson, W. L. (William Laird)
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The Highland bagpipe : $b its history, literature, and music: with some account of the traditions, superstitions, and anecdotes relating to the instrument and its tunes
Manson, W. L. (William Laird)
Bagpipe
The next illustrates the Highlander’s propensity towards whisky
drinking, and it rarely varies to any great extent. A Highland laird,
being unable to maintain a permanent piper, employed a local musician
occasionally when he had a party. Donald was once overlooked as to his
usual dram before commencing to play, and in revenge he gave very bad
music, which caused the laird to remonstrate with him and ask the cause.
“It’s the bag,” said Donald; “she pe ferry, ferry hard.” “And what will
soften it?” asked his employer. “Och, just whusky.” Accordingly the
butler was sent for a tumblerful of the specific, which Donald quickly
drank. “You rascal,” said the laird, “did you not say it was for the
bagpipes?” “Och, yess, yess,” said Donald; “but she will pe a ferry
peculiar pipes this. _She aye likes it blawed in._”
The piper’s story associated with “Boyne Water” is the fourth. The name
and the regiment vary, but the story is always the same:—
Sandy Mac-something or other—the surname has not come down to posterity—
was an old piper in the 92nd, and when his detachment was located in
Ireland an order was given that “Boyne Water” was not to be played. The
colonel probably did not wish to hurt the feelings of any of his
neighbours. “Boyne Water,” however, was Sandy’s favourite tune, and to
the surprise of the colonel, the first time the company marched out
after the prohibitory order had been issued, Sandy struck up the
forbidden air. “What do you mean?” cried the officer. “Do you not know
that you are not allowed to play ‘Boyne Water?’” “It’ll no pe ‘Boyne
Water’ at all,” replied Sandy. “It’ll pe quite another tune, but to the
same air.” But Sandy had to stop playing it all the same.
An amusing description is given by a writer who travelled in the
Highlands about seventy years ago, of a competition which he witnessed
between two pipers in Tongue. There was a certain John Mac Donald who
had blown before the Emperor of China, having accompanied an embassy to
that country, and a Donald Abroch, who traced his descent from some of
the hereditary pipers. Both had gained prizes in public, and they were
natural rivals:—
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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