So this fellow walks into the pub the other night, wearing a white coat, looking neat and well-groomed. Comes over to our session and says, “Evening, gents. Mind if I give you a wee song?” “Why, we’d be delighted,” sez we. So he steps up to the piano and proceedes to sing while accompanying himself on the keyboard.
Now we’re not exactly sure what song he was singing. Something he hadn’t memorized, because he was reading from the sheet music. But the simple melody and unique style tell me it was probably and old Irish folk melody or ancient ayre. Maybe someone here will recognize it.
Sorry MT, that’s Scottish. Often known as “The Midden Where I Squattled,” It’s a lament for auld lang syne type of thing.
But you know how these things go. There are probably other names.
My favorite comment, in German, from the YT page (my translation):
I assume that the dog was a great pianist in a previous life, and for some reason has now been reincarnated as a dog. His joy in playing piano is unbroken. But when he presses the keys with his wide paws, all that comes out is plinking. Still, he keeps trying. And each time he hears how awful his music sounds today compared to his wonderful past concerts, it almost breaks his heart.
