Tuesday, 23 October 2007

  • The Scottish Soldier

    There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
    Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
    There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
    He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
    He'd seen the glory and told the story
    Of battles glorious and deeds neforious
    But now he's sighing, his heart is crying
    To leave these green hills of Tyrol.

    Because these green hills are not highland hills
    Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills
    And fair as these green foreign hills may be
    They are not the hills of home.

    And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
    Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
    Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
    And he will fade away, in that far land.
    He called his piper, his trusty piper
    And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play
    Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
    Not on these green hills of Tyrol.

    And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
    Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
    And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
    You'll see a piper play his soldier home.
    He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
    Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
    The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
    Far from those green hills of Tyrol.

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