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The Toorie On His Bonnet

VERSE 1
MacTavish was Pipe Major
In the Highland Scot's Brigade
And proudly led the regiment
when it was on parade.
He loved a highland lassie,
And before he went away
She sewed a little keepsake
So he'd think of her each day.

CHORUS
'Twas the toorie on his bonnet,
The red toorie on it.
His red toorie-oorie-oorie-ay -
He left his kilt and sporran
And off he went to war in
His red toorie-oorie-oorie-ay.
And when swinging into action
He's the centre of attraction
He's the pride of Bonnie Scotland, so they say.
But what made the Gerrys run?
It was not his Tommy gun,
'Twas the toorie on his bonnet,
The bonnie toorie on it
His red toorie-oorie-oorie-ay!

VERSE 2
When he came home on furlough
To his wee bit, but and ben,
He met his bonnie Jeannie
And went roamin' in the glen.
She said to him "MacTavish" mon,
If you are true to me
Gie me your auld Glengarry
For there's one thing I must see,
CHORUS