We Will Miss You Jimmy Shand ©
H Shallken, Scotland, 2002
Death robbed our Nation
of a son so special and rare.
We all whispered a solemn prayer - pianissimo,
and every 'box' struck a minor chord - lamentoso.
'Picking the Bluebells
in the Merry Month of May',
once in the style as you would play - giocoso,
now seems to us so much more - doloroso.
All Scottish country dancers
as they circled round,
were guided by your inimitable sound - tempo giusto,
but for a moment in time their steps became - meno mosso.
We will all miss your music, Jimmy,
your jigs, your marches, and your reels;
for now a Shand waltz somehow feels - dolente,
and in your honour we will play them - soave.
Those 'Happy Hours' you often played
which gave us so much pleasure;
in our memory we will treasure - con tenerezza,
as doyen of Scottish music you played - con anima.
We'll always remember your matchless name.
And all Scots musicians will learn of your fame,
Tho' you've left us now, you will not be unsung,
For your greatness will aye stay on our tongue.
"Happy to meet, sorry to part,
happy to meet again."