Bagpipe Music




       It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;

      Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.

      The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,

      But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.

                                                                       Louis Macneice

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