With them rose A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appear’d and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable: anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders; such as rais’d To…
Category: Lowland Bagpipes
William Dixon’s tunes re-visited – the problem of key signatures.
This is an updated version of the brief article published in the December 2016 issue of Common Stock, the journal of the Lowland and Border Pipers’ Society. Here the article has been expanded by the inclusion of more music notations…