Gather round, wee lads

And I’ll tell you a tale

Of a man with some bagpipes

And the voice of a gale

Through tunnels and caves

He traveled the trails

A song in his throat

With the voice of a gale

On the cliffs of Clanyard Bay

In the breeze fairies sailed

Winds echoed of his music

Ah, the voice of a gale!

I’ll tell you now, lads

Pride is foolish and stale

This man heeded only him

And his voice of the gale

He disturbed Clanyard’s fairies

Pierced through that silky veil

And the music turned noxious

Curse that voice of the gale!

And the foolish man kept playing

He was warned, to no avail

So the fairies took him down

No more piper, no more gale.

Some say they hear his song

A piper ghost, ever pale

So lads, do listen close

To the voice of the gale