I don't know...maybe I'm just not that kind of person. When I hear the lone piper, it gives me a haunting feeling of past defiance, definately NOT tragedy. But then again I'm Italian & German so what do I know after all?
Duncan, lad, blaw the cummers Play me round the Atholl cummers A' the din o' a' the drummers Canna rouse like Atholl cummers When I'm dowie, wet or weary Soon my heart grows light and cheery When I hear the sprightly nummers O' my dear, my Atholl cummers!
When the fickle lasses vex me When the cares o' life perplex me When I'm fley'd wi' frightfu' rumours Then I lilt o' Atholl cummers 'Tis my cure for a' disasters Kebbit ewes an' crabbit masters Drifty nights an' dripping summers A' my joy is Atholl cummers
Ettrick banks an' braes are bonnie Yarrow hills as green as onie But in my heart nae beauty nummers Wi' my dear, my Atholl cummers Lomond's beauty nought surpasses Save Breadalbane's bonnie lasses But deep within my spirit slummers Something sweet of Atholl cummers