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 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 Tyroll
Because these green hills
Are not highland hills
Or the
Islands hills
Their not my lands hills
As fair as these Green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home because these green hills
Are not highland hills
Or the Islands hills
Their 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 tree 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 away
A piroch sad to play
Upon a hillside
But Scottish hillside
Not on these
Green hills of Tyroll
Because these green hills
Are not highland hills
Or the Islands hills
Their not my lands hills
As fair as these Green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home because these green hills
Are not highland hills
Or the Islands hills
Their 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
And soldiers far no more
Now on a hillside
A Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper
Play this soldier home
He's been 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 Tyroll
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
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
They are not the hills of home