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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