I know the song: I've heard it sung, I've sung it; I've taught you; my mind will act on yours, and you will sing it well." "Won't you sing it yourself?
Do, please." "No; to-night I wish to hear you." "Why ?" "I will tell you later.

Can you play the accompaniment?
If not, I--" "Oh, will you?
I could sing it then, I think.

You played it so beautifully the other day--with all those strange chords." He smiled.
"It is one of the few things that I can play.

I always had a taste for music; and up in one of the forts there was an old melodeon, so I hammered away for years.

I had to learn difficult things at the start, or none at all, or else those I improvised; and that's how I can play one or two of Beethoven's symphonies pretty well, and this song, and a few others, and go a cropper with a waltz.