Tha mi nam piobaire

I have no shining brass

A leather bag with pipes of wood and cane,

plain and of the earth.

I am a piper

Tha mi nam piobaire

I know no symphony

Gentle ears will start and scorn my presence,

mocking comments made.

I am a piper

Tha me nam piobaire

I chant to the old ones

The tunes of far-oft lands and ancient times,

well known to their ears.

I am a piper.

Tha min nam piobaire

I fill the heart with joy

Burdens of a day of toil are lifted,

feet are quick to dance.

I am a piper

Tha mi nam piobaire

I lay the dead to rest

Laments for those gone on to their long sleep,

bring forth healing tears.

I am a piper

Tha mi nam piobaire

I call the clans to war

If fate demands I pass the gates of Hell,

brave men follow me.

I am a piper

Tha mi nam piobaire

Alone upon the rock

With the power to stir the soul of man,

I know who I am.

I am a piper

- Gary Mitchell Bottoni