Bagpipes

They’re mournful at a wake or when A person’s laid to rest, Yet there are those who say their sound Is something to detest. But line them up and hear them played By marchers wearing kilts And suddenly you see the green And hear those Irish lilts. Oh, it’s a joy to witness The St. Patrick’s Day Parade And watch the bands from every police And fireman brigade. The pipers always lead the way, Their plaintive notes on high; The green-clad crowd applauds As all the marchers pass them by. I wouldn’t want to listen To a bagpipe every day, But on the 17th of March, I’m glad I get to hear them play.