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's fought in many a fray snd fought and won He's seen the glory And told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious 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's hills They're not my land's hills As 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 won't fade away in that fair land He's 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 Because these green hills are not Highland hills Or the island hills They're not my land's hills As fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home (They're not the green hills, the green hills of home) 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's seen the glory He's 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 Because these green hills are not Highland hills Or the island hills They're not my land's hills As fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home (They're not the green hills) The green hills of home