a fiddler in the north

tune—“the king o' france he rade a race.”

ang the trees, where huing 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 theaff fu' clearly, o:

when there ca#039; a yell o' foreign squeels,