a fiddler in the north
tune—“the king o' france he rade a race.”
amang the trees, where humming bees,
at buds and flowers were hinging, o,
auld caledon drew out her drone,
and to her pipe was singing, o:
'twas pibroch, sang, strathspeys, and reels,
she dirl'd them aff fu' clearly, o:
when there cam' a yell o' foreign squeels,