THE ACCORDIONIST

by JAMES RODGERS
(EAST LINTON)

WITH BUTTONS AND STRAPS AND BLACK AND WHITE KEYS
HE SITS HIS ACCORDION UPON HIS KNEES
WITH A TAP OF HIS FOOT,AND A CHEERY WE WOO!
HE'S READY AND WILLING TO PLAY FOR YOU
A WALTZ, A REEL OR EVEN A JIG
IT'LL JUST COST YOU THE PRICE O' A SWIG
AS HE SITS IN THE CORNER AND STARTS TO PLAY
A COUPLE GET UP AND START TO SWAY
THE MUSIC HE PLAYS ARE SIMPLE WEE TUNES
HE OFTEN COMES HERE IN THE AFTERNOON'S
JUST TO WILE AWAY A COUPLE OF HOURS
AND PUT INTO PRACTICE HIS MUSICAL POWER'S
WITH A NOD OF HIS HEAD AND A CHEEKY WEE SMILE
HE PLAYS ALL THE NOTES IN A PARTICULAR STYLE
WITH HIS TUNES AT AN END,AND WITH A WAVE CHEERIO
HE PACKS UP HIS BOX, AND ON HIS WAY HE DOES GO...

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