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.