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AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well,- / You rouse the heart to wander and be free, / Tho' where you learned your music, not the God of song can tell, / For you pipe the open highway and the sea.
O piper, lightly footing, lightly piping on your way, / Tho' your music thrills and pierces far and near, / I tell you you had better pipe to someone else to-day, / For you cannot pipe my fancy from my dear.
You sound the note of travel through the hamlet and the town; / You would lure the holy angels from on high; / And not a man can hear you, but he throws the hammer down / And is off to see the countries ere he die.
But now no more I wander, now unchanging here I stay; / By my love, you find me safely sitting here: / And pipe you ne'er so sweetly, till you pipe the hills away, / You can never pipe my fancy from my dear.