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The Gallant Forty Twa Songtext

You may talk about your Lancers or your Irish Fusiliers
The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's own Volunteers
Or any other regiment that's lying far awa'
Come give to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa

And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa

I never will forget the day his regiment marched past
The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast
He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa'
He waved to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa

And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa

Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar
They tramped and tramped the weary men returning from the war
And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa'
To see my bonnie laddie of the Gallant Forty Twa

And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa