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The voice of the violoncello / Brings peace and enjoyment to some, / The cornet appeals to one fellow, / Another enjoys a big drum; / The horn and the bugle, of melody frugal, / A third deems agreeably stirring, / The twang of the zither, the piccolo's twitter, / A fourth is preferring; / But none who attains to the years known as riper / Can fail to be moved by the pipes of the Piper!
O Piper, processioning proudly / Round tables where men sit at meat, / Performing your pibrochs so loudly / That no human voice can compete, / What memories tender your dirges engender! / Your wind-bag successfully squeezing, / You stir the affections and wake recollections, / Both painful and pleasing, / That soothe (like a poultice) or sting (like a viper) / The hearts that respond to the pipes of the Piper!