Chapter 2 No.2

"Your pipe," says I, "Thady,

So neatly comes over me,

Naked I'll wander

Wherever it blows;

And, if my poor parents

Should try to recover me,

Sure it won't be

By describing my clothes.

The music I hear now

Takes hold of my ear now,

And leads me all over

The world by the nose."

So I follow'd his bagpipe so sweet,

And I sung, as I leapt like a frog,

"Adieu to my family seat,

So pleasantly placed in a bog!"

Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!

Och hone!

How we handled the drone!

And then the sweet music we blew

Would have melted the heart of a stone!

II.

Cui ego tum: "Tu sic, ah!

Me rapis musica,

Ut sequar nudulus

Tibicen, te!

Et si pater, testibus,

Qu?rat me, vestibus,

Redibit, ?depol!

Vacua re.

Sic melos quod audio

Me replet gaudio

Ut trahor campos et

Flumina trans;"

Jam linquo rudibus

Hic in paludibus,

"Patris tigurium

Splendidè stans."

Fa-ra-la la-ra-la loo!

Dum tibicen, tu,

Modo flens, modo flans,

Iteras ελελευ,

Cor et aurem vel lapidi dans.