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GREEN HILLS OF TYROL There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders, He fought in many a fray and fought and won He's seen the glory, he's 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 cho: Because these green hills are not highland hills Or the Islands hills they're not my lands 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 will fade away, on that dark land He called his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside but Scottish hillside Not on these green hills of Tyrol And now this soldier this Scottish soldier Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside You'll see a piper play this soldier home He's seen the glory, he's told the story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious But he will cease now, he is at peace now Far from these green hills of Tyrol @Scottish @soldier @home filename[ GRNTYROL TH OCT98 |
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