THE TIMARU PIPERS

Grey River Argus, 18 January 1939, Page 9

THE TIMARU PIPERS

“Ta-rumpity, tumpity, tumpity, lump—” That was the rattle 1 heard. “Ta-rumpity, tumpity, tumpity tump” Rush’d thro’ the veins of their Band. Every lass in the crowd had a smile on her face That she never had there before; ' The aged and grey felt the pride of their youth . In the deeds and battles of yoi’e. Ribbons were fluttering around in the breeze, The tilted blue-bonnets look’d fine, The flash o* the brooches were something to see In the rise an’ the fa’ an’ the shine. The spats were as white as the . • snow on the hills. And the busbys as black as a craw.; The wag of the kilts were a feast tae oor e’e, And the march was the pride of us a’. The drummers were drummers that could’na be beat, The pipers the pick o’ the best; . The plaids and the sporrans, the buckles and the belts Were a’ in a line wi’ the best. There was pride in our hearts and warmth in our breasts, ■ ■ There vyas love in the clasp of; our hand. There was hope in our cheers and delight in our eyes, That were all for the Timaru Band. Long will the Timaru Pipers remain In our hearts thro’ the years, to come, And long may the rattle o’ sticks be heard With the roll of the big brass drum. Ta-rumpity, tumpity , tumpity, tump”— Tho’ the pipers are far o’er the plain— Ta-rumpity, tumpity, tumpity, tump”— I can hear it again and again. HUGH SMITH. Railway Station, Reefton, 4-1-39.