Sound of bagpipes

Usage examples of skirl.

Their brassy tunes skirled over city and plain alike, joyously triumphant.

There were other sounds, too, spectral between the clanging of the trams, skirls of music, strands of the same frayed Russian song, flung from at least three directions.

From somewhere up along the coast, Bayside or Nagaseek or one of the other summer colonies, the sounds of laughter and skirling music echoed very faintly over the water, like a song heard on some distant station very late at night.

The snow that followed on the heels of the hail was even worse, skirling down the lightning-stricken sky in ragged sheets, promising disaster at harvest time if it enshrouded the tender crop for too long.

He will be remembered affectionately by the hunters, miners and loggers, as well as the tourists, who visited him in his mountain kingdom and listened to his stories of the oilfields and heard him make the surrounding peaks ring with the skirl of his pipes.

A breeze skirled through the trees, rattling dry leaves like prayers for the dead.

A breeze skirled across the courtyard, reminding Rani that she was not only orphaned, but hungry as well.

Their cut-off screams but blended with the hellish a cappella and, above it all, crowing exultantly, skirled the war pipes of the Horseclans.

He stood stock-still, the skirls and wailings on his pipes filling the air between them.

The air stunk of civet, belch, and vinegar, and vibrated with ear-ringing skirls.

Oh, he still loved the taste of haggis, felt pure boyish joy when his ears were assailed by the sudden skirl of bagpipes.

Our time spent in Scotland gave me great hope that his childhood memories of Dumfries, his obvious love of all things Scottish, from the skirl of bagpipes to his hard-to-believe love of that dreadful dish haggis, might cause him to announce any day after our return to London that we were sailing for Savannah and home.

Shrill, but commanding, skirling, a twisting, tootling thing that would not conventionally be called a melody, but could be nothing else, the bagpipes called out to her.

To newcomers, the effect could be a little disconcerting as a single step sufficed to carry them from whispering quiet to raucous noise, the full volume of an auctioneer's shout or a piper's skirling.

Takin' all my friends out for a" And his voice was a horrible, dislocating thing, without body, shape, or feeling, a nerveless skirl that seemed to empty the air around it.