Scottish Soldier Composer(s): Andy Stewart Performer(s): Isla St. Clair
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder with good broad shoulder He fought many affray, and fought and won
Hed seen the glory, hed told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But now hes sighing, his heart is crying To leave those green hills of Tyrol
Because those green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, theyre not my lands 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 those green hills of Tyrol
Because those green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier Will wander far no more and soldier far no more And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside Youll see a piper play his soldier home
Hes seen the glory, hes told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious The bugles ceased now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol
Because those green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
Because those green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, theyre not my lands hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
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