I have several throats,
wind comes in only one
My belly swells,
with borrowed breath
but when it's flat,
my singings done
I ride before the dead,
those who marry I ride after
I screech for battles on a hill,
and wail in times of laughter
What am I? Hint: a thing
I changed the prose of this riddle half way through. Traditional rhyming poetry usually maintains the same timing throught but hey, Artistic license right.
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In some traditions, a bagpipe player is to play amazing grace at funerals. And also, in Iresland and Scotland and such, they initiate the approching of the troops and the beginning of battle.