Old Sandy, on his Highland pipes,
Was drooning “Robin Hood,”
And coaxing from the boys and girls
Such pennies as he could,
When suddenly the bag went “squash!”
The drone became a sigh—
The fleeting shot had pierced the bag
Of wind in passing by!
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