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Bagpipe Player
(Nuremberg Fountain)
He plays a sprightly tune in water.
Each note spurts from the bronze pipe-holes;
The piper plays
Four sprays
That mix and make a chord their own,
Bubbling in the bowl of stone.
Each note spurts from the bronze pipe-holes;
The piper plays
Four sprays
That mix and make a chord their own,
Bubbling in the bowl of stone.
(I know this tune!
First played
In some deep German wood
Some drowsy June;
Where hoofed and hairy things
Roused from the sleepy shade,
Drew near
To hear;
And nymphs were unafraid!)
First played
In some deep German wood
Some drowsy June;
Where hoofed and hairy things
Roused from the sleepy shade,
Drew near
To hear;
And nymphs were unafraid!)
Hans Sachs and Dürer passed this fountain,
And Peter Vischer, Martin Luther's friend;
Passed to their worthy end.
But did they mark the goat-god's godless ditty?
Or did the dripping little knave
Play drier tunes for them
In the staid street of the red-gabled city?
And Peter Vischer, Martin Luther's friend;
Passed to their worthy end.
But did they mark the goat-god's godless ditty?
Or did the dripping little knave
Play drier tunes for them
In the staid street of the red-gabled city?
