Above all the racket there came a knock on the door. I was afraid to open it, but one of the Lords leapt up and swung the door wide. There they were, eleven pipers piping. You may be picturing guys with pan flutes, piccolos and the like but no, they were accompanied by the skirling of bagpipes! Not only that, they were doing a rousing rendition of “beer barrel polka” which only served to antagonize the gathered throngs who took the song to heart and quickly turned the occasion into a very late... Sign in to see full entry.