While I talked, there burst forth suddenly the racket of fifes and drums in the road.
Then marched they on to Paris gates,With drums and fifes so merrily; Oh!
All the way I had the drums beating and the fifes whistling in my ears.
This morning the Fifes are sending into Rietfontein for mails.
The Fifes, who went after mails, had (p. 106) returned, and there were none for us—of course.
Further afield and unknown to us, the Fifes were having a warm time.
In the evening we entertained Sergeant Pullar, of the Fifes, at tea.
Several of the Devons and Fifes were subsequently mentioned in despatches.
The drums began to beat and the fifes to play—the word "March!"
“Fifes and drums—they make music, you know,” Mr. Fox explained.