I have no story of eleven pipers but I do have one of two pipes, though we didn’t know it at the time.
We were decorating, and it was literally the last screw of the last shelf that went through the central heating pipe!
Water was going everywhere, but I kept my head, turned off the water and got a bucket whilst Hubby stood there finger positioned like the Dutch Boy.
Then the phone rang.
It was my brother in NZ wanting to know if Hubby could talk him through installing an electric cooker. We made a deal that he’d be happy to , once Bro had told him how to fix the hole! You can read more about that here
I’m not a fan of bagpipes, but I do love the sound of Pan Pipes, and there was a group of musicians in Boston who used to play practically every week at the Saturday market. They were always in full Indian dress, the feathers in their headdresses awesome in their colours, and the music they produced was wonderful.
Like many street buskers, CDs were available to purchase at around £10, though I never bought any as I’d been caught once with a saxophone player and the CD was dreadful quality.
Chances are the pipers in the song are playing flutes or penny whistles, which reminds me of medieval times and believe it or not, Danny Kaye in the 1956 movie The Court Jester, even if he was playing a mandolin!