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 today,

For you cannot pipe my fancy from my dear.