Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Wedding of Shon MacLean
The Wedding of Shon MacLean
To the wedding of Shon Maclean
Twenty pipers together
Came in the wind and the rain
Playing across the heather;
Back-ward their ribbons flew
Blast upon blast they blew
Each clad in tartan new,
Bonnet and blackcock feather;
And every piper was fou,
Twenty pipers together!At the wedding of Shon Maclean
They blew with lungs of leather,
And blythesome was the strain
Those pipers played together!
Moist with the mountain-dew,
Mighty of bone and thew,
Each with the bonnet of blue
Tartan and blackcock feather;
And every piper was fou,
Twenty pipers together!At the wedding of Shon Maclean,
Twenty pipers together,
They blew with might and main,
Through wonderful lungs of leather!
Wild was the hullabaloo!
They stamped, they screamed, they crew!
Twenty strong blasts they blew,
Holding the heart in tether;
And every piper was fou,
Twenty pipers together!The small stars twinkled over the heather,
As the pipers wandered away together,
But one by one on the journey dropt,
Clutching his pipes, and there he stopt!
One by one on the dark hillside
Each faint blast of the bagpipes died,
Amid the wind and the rain!
And the twenty pipers at break of day
In twenty different bogholes lay,
Serenely sleeping upon their way
From the wedding of Shon Maclean.Meaning of unusual words:
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
