A 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’d fought in many a fray and fought and won.
He’d seen the glory, he told the story,
Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,
But now he’s signing, his heart is crying,
To leave those green hills of Tyrol.

Because those green hills are not highland hills,
Nor the island hills, they’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 made him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play,
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside,
Not on those green hills of Tyrol.

Chorus

And now 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’s seen the glory, he’s told the story,
Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious,
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now,
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.

Chorus

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