Lyrics The Drowned Piper - Quirill

There was a Lad who learned how to pipe
He practiced a lot all day an all night
Annoyed by the noise the whole village went mad
And chased out to the fields the piping young lad

Out in the meadow where cattle did grass
He continued his piping and some time did pass
Untill the old shepeard with a stick in his hand
Cried: "Get away from mi cattle, get away from mi land!"

He wandred trough the moor, the bog and the swamp
'Till he found a place that was silent and numb
But midges those bastards, oh hungry they came
Bit him an pierced him 'till he cried in pain

He escaped from the midges strait to the shore
Up unto the cliffs where the ocean did roar
But rainfall had weakened the ground that he walked
He slipped and he fell down to the ocean's floor

Down the to bottom of the sea he did swish
Now he plays for mussels for scallopps and fish
That did please the lord of the ocean so dear
That since then he plays for old Manannan McLir

One day he was asked by old Manannan McLir
"Should we not drown those who banished your here?"
The young lad declined in a most grateful voice
"It brought me to fame, and to them is was just noise."