Verse 1
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There was a soldier a Scottish soldier
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Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder with good broad shoulder
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He’s fought in many a fray and fought and won
He’d seen the glory and told the story
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Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he’s sighing his heart is crying
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To leave these green hills of Tyrol
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Because these green hills are not highland hills
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Or the island hills they’re not my land’s hills
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And fair as these green foreign hills may be
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They are not the hills of home
Verse 2
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And now this soldier this Scottish soldier
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Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
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And he will fade away in that far land
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He called his piper his trusty piper
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And bade him sound a lay a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hill-side a Scottish hillside
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Not on these green hills of Tyrol
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Because these green hills are not highland hills
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Or the island hills they’re not my land’s hills
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And fair as these green foreign hills may be
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They are not the hills of home
Verse 3
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And so this soldier this Scottish soldier
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Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside a Scottish hillside
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You’ll see that piper play his soldier home
He’s seen the glory he’s told the story
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Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now he is at peace now
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Far from those green hills of Tyrol
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Because these green hills are not highland hills
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Or the island hills they’re not my land’s hills
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And fair as these green foreign hills may be
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They are not the hills of home
Chorus
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Although those green hills are not highland hills
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Or the island hills they’re not my land’s hills
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And fair as these green foreign hills may be
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They are not the hills of home
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Those green hills are not highland hills
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Or the island hills they’re not my land’s hills
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And fair as these green foreign hills may be
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They are not the hills of home