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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 these green hills of Tyrol. — The Green Hills of Tyrol, schottisches Traditional