Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung / On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring, / And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung, / Till envious ivy did around thee cling, / Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,— […]

I also used quite a few of the flat-fingered kind of ruff (as used before on the doumbek in the baladi section) to embellish some notes.

Why, ain't you hoid? He was last seen, flyin' over Nova Scotia, on his way to Paris.

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