The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-12-06
MUSIC OF BONNIE SCOTLAND.
The Effect 1t Has on the LaddIes Who wea,
the Plaid.

The Effect 1t Has on the Laddles Who Wear
the Plaid.
Scottish American.
"Ill tell you what" said a Scotch fiddler. mi
lay you "A bet of f5 that if a party of Scotehmen
can be got together, I'll make them shed tears in
one minute, sing the next, and dance the third"
Done, said the Exeter professor whose name
l do not give, land if your music & capable of
that, Viii not only pay the 81 with pleasure,
but will be convinced that it is the most eliven-
ing. pathetic and best music in the world"
Inc 1llhcnlty arose as to getting an opportu
nifty for a trial, but being informed that a num-
Der of young Scotsmen were TO dine at a certain
hotel on the anniversary of Burns's birthday. It
was considered q capital opportunity by the
hddler, Tor these young men being principally
raw-boned, Overgrown Scotch lads, who had re-
Gently left their own country to carry tea in the
neighborhood, were the very ones upon whom
he was sure to make a hit.
Ali being now arranged, and the utmost secre-
cy being agreed upon, the fiddler and the Pro-
fessor got an invitation to the dinner. There
were twelve altogether who sat down. and merry
they soou became. for the whisky toddy was not
spared when the memory of any of Scotias bards
was proposed. The fiddler was not long in per
ceiving that he had got among a musical set, and
he awaited patiently until they were fit for any
thing. AT length he gave a wink to the Pro
tessor, who at once proposed that his friend
should favor them with a Scotch tune on the
viohn.
Capital Capital" cried the whole party.
The violin was brought, and all were in breath
ieSS duAltly. II u uuuler clOSe lOr ms nESJ tune
Here's a Health to Them That's Awa',n and
played it in the most solemn and pathetic man
ner.
That's n woful tune said a great, ing, raw
boned youth to his next neiChbor.
at is that, Sandy. There's a mickle In the
tune, man. 1t reminds me o ane that's game"
said Jamie, at the same time giving a deep sigh
ard drawing his hand over his long, gaunt face
to hide the tears which were trickling down his
cheeks.
The fiddler, with his keen eye, soon perceived
that before he got through the second part Of
the tune he would have them all in the same
mood. He therefore threw his whole soul into
the instrument, played the tune as he had never
done before, and, as the last four bars OF the
tune died away like the distant echo, there was
not a dry cheek among the company. Now
is the time" thought the fiddler, and, without
stopping a moment, he struck up in a bold, Wig
orous style, willie Brew'd n Peck O Maui" In
went the handkerchiefs. away went the tears.
"Chorus!' cried the fiddler, and in an instant
all struck up:
For we are nae fou. we're nae that fou,
But just a drapple in our ee,
The cock may craw, the day may daw',
But aye Wen taste the barley breei
The song ended, up struck the fiddler in his
best style the reel of Jenny Dang the Weaver"
Scotland forever" cried Jamie, and in an in
slant tables, chairs, and glasses were scattered
in all directions, and the whole party dancing
and jumping like madmen.