David of the White Rock did !

"David the bard for his harp softly cried
"Let me in dying have thee by my side
Let my weak fingers caress thee once more
God bless my loved ones till life's song be o'er

Last night an angel called softly to me
"David, come home now and play with the free."
Harp of my fathers, my song now must cease;
God bless my loved ones and grant them his peace

Though personally I suspect that my awful singing might precipitate my death

Gareth