Playin His " Pearl "

I see this fella all around the city playing various instruments : badly. I congratulated him that he's doing better on this. He told me this was his " Pearl ".
The extra : Mr-Organic-Wine : I stopped off for a celebratory bottle of fizz.

New Year Stories

We call you Hoymen up
To our Hogmanay flame
From silent kirkyards -- Mans
Gone over the crag face
On a flawed rope
After some scabby sheep ;
Sander who'd cormorant eye a blizzard sealed
At Braga rock
The day the nell  was cloven
Jock with the twenty hives,
The pale plunder of the Coolagsin every hoard --
( A broken comb would sweeten our whisky cup ) ;
Andrew who married eight barren wives
And buried seven
And had the cold hands of a girl to close his eyes ;
Jems who fiddled drunk at every hearth
In the five islands
For wedding, funeral, birth;
Tam of the hundred whales
You who by nature or bad luck are dead,
This winter night again we summon from the earth.

George Mackay Brown

You've seen this poem before but worth telling again.