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Komet
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 nefarious 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, they're not
my land's hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They
are not the hills of home
— The Green Hills of Tyrol,
schottisches Traditional