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'Twas a score of years since I'd heard the pipes	A
But the other night I heard them	B
There are sweet old memories in my heart	C
And the music woke and stirred them	B
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In the armories at the big parade	D
The highland regiment was giving	E
A half dozen pipers piping away	F
Ah 'twas music as sure as your living	E
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Donald's lowland he shook his head at me	G
And glowered with every feature	H
And a pretty young lassie just behind	I
Said Oh what a funny old creature	H
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But the skirl o' the pipes got in my ears	J
In my eyes and made them misty	G
I laughed and I cried and Donald said low	K
Dinna act so daft noo Christy	G
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Do ye no see the elder sitting there	L
Dinna act sae daft my wooman	M
Can ye no hear the airs o' auld lang syne	M
Wi'oot fashin' yersel' sae wooman	M
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But the skirl o' the pipes got in my heart	C
It got in my throat and choked me	G
It got in my feet and tapped my toes	N
And my shame faced Donald poked me	G
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But isn't it grand O isn't it grand	O
Ay a fine auld player is Mylands	N
But the pipes' wild sound disna stir my bluid	O
He was not born in the highlands	N
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Do you know what I saw as I sat there	L
I saw the hills and the heather	H
The green and the lads and the lassies there	L
All dancing the reels together	H
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I saw our glen half hid and the rocks	N
Standing guard like grim old watchmen	M
Oh the land o' heather and hill and loch	P
Must e'en be dear to a Scotchman	M
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And I saw too the soldiers blithe and brave	Q
Their flag to the breeze unfurling	E
As they marched away on a morning fair	L
To the bagpipes' merry skirling	E
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My brother was one As he kissed my cheek	E
I could hear him proudly saying	E
Ho you'll know when we come marching home	R
For you'll hear our pipers playing	E
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Oh the bonniest lads in kilt and hose	N
Braver men you cannot find them	B
And few so few came marching home	R
To the loved ones left behind them	B
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'Twas a loyal heart and a strong right arm	S
With a stubborn foe before them	B
A soldier's grave in a far off land	O
And God's blue sky bending o'er them	B
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As I hearkened to sweet old martial airs	N
I could hear my brother saying	E
Ho you'll know when we come marching home	R
For you'll hear our pipers playing	E
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There are only harps in heaven I'm told	O
And maybe I shouldn't say it	O
For a harp of gold's a wondrous thing	E
In a hand that's skilled to play it	O
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But those highland lads 'twas the pibroch's call	T
They heard morning noon and even	M
And the pibroch's call I believe in my heart	O
They will hear in the streets of heaven	M
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They marched to the old belov d airs	N
'Mid the bullets' hail and rattle	U
'Twas the last sweet sound that fell on their ears	N
'Mid the clamor and clang of battle	U
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O a harp when an angel strikes the strings	N
Is softer and sweeter but try	V
As I will I cannot fancy a harp	W
In the hands of say Peter MacKay	E
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And were an angel to proffer him one	M
Methinks I can hear him saying	E
'Twas not on an instrument like the same	X
That Pete MacKay will be playing	E
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For she neffer set eyes on it before	Y
Isn't quick to learn or cleffer	Y
She'd break the strings if she took it in hand	O
She couldn't do it whateffer	Y
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So please be excusing old Pete MacKay	E
But hark bring the chanter to me	G
I'll play the 'March o' the Cameron Men '	-
And afterward 'Bonnie Dundee '	-
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I told this to Donald late that night	O
He said as he sipped his toddy	O
Do ye ken ye shocked the elder the night	O
Yersel' is the doited body	O
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And are ye speaking o' bagpipes in Heaven	M
Ah Christy I'm that astoonded	O
I'll hae the guid meenister speak tae ye	O
For Christy ye're no weel groonded	O
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Well if it is heresy to believe	Z
In the promise of the Father	Y
Eye hath not seen ear hath not heard	O
I am heretical rather	Y
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I believe when the last loud trump shall sound	O
The old flag again unfurling	E
My highland lads will come marching home	R
To the bagpipes grandly skirling	E

Jean Blewett

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