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You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine	A
Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a'	B
But here in the trenches jist gie me for mine	A
The wee penny whistle o' Sandy McGraw	C
Oh it's Sandy ma lad will you lilt us a tune	D
And Sandy is willin' and trillin' like mad	E
Sae silvery sweet that we a' throng aroun'	D
And some o' it's gay but the maist o' it's sad	E
Jist the wee simple airs that sink intae your hert	F
And grup ye wi' love and wi' longin' for hame	G
And ye glour like an owl till you're feelin' the stert	F
O' a tear and you blink wi' a feelin' o' shame	G
For his song's o' the heather and here in the dirt	F
You listen and dream o' a land that's sae braw	C
And he mak's you forget a' the harm and the hurt	F
For he pipes like a laverock does Sandy McGraw	C
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At Eepers I mind me when rank upon rank	H
We rose from the trenches and swept like the gale	I
Till the rapid fire guns got us fell on the flank	H
And the murderin' bullets came swishin' like hail	I
Till a' that were left o' us faltered and broke	J
Till it seemed for a moment a panicky rout	F
When shrill through the fume and the flash and the smoke	J
The wee valiant voice o' a whistle piped out	F
The Campbells are Comin'' Then into the fray	C
We bounded wi' bayonets reekin' and raw	C
And oh we fair revelled in glory that day	C
Jist thanks to the whistle o' Sandy McGraw	C
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At Loose it wis after a sconnersome fecht	F
On the field o' the slain I wis crawlin' aboot	F
And the rockets were burnin' red holes in the nicht	F
And the guns they were veciously thunderin' oot	F
When sudden I heard a bit sound like a sigh	K
And there in a crump hole a kiltie I saw	C
Whit ails ye ma lad Are ye woundit says I	K
I've lost ma wee whustle says Sandy McGraw	C
'Twas oot by yon bing where we pressed the attack	L
It drapped frae ma pooch and between noo and dawn	D
There isna much time so I'm jist crawlin' back	L
Ye're daft man I telt him but Sandy wis gone	D
Weel I waited a wee then I crawled oot masel	I
And the big stuff wis gorin' and roarin' around	F
And I seemed tae be under the oxter o' hell	I
And Creation wis crackin' tae bits by the sound	F
And I says in ma mind Gang ye back ye auld fule	I
When I thrilled tae a note that wis saucy and sma'	G
And there in a crater collected and cool	I
Wi' his wee penny whistle wis Sandy McGraw	C
Ay there he wis playin' as gleg as could be	M
And listenin' hard wis a spectacled Boche	N
Then Sandy turned roon' and he noddit tae me	M
And he says Dinna blab on me Sergeant McTosh	N
The auld chap is deein' He likes me tae play	I
It's makin' him happy Jist see his een shine	D
And thrillin' and sweet in the hert o' the fray	I
Wee Sandy wis playin' The Watch on the Rhine	D
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The last scene o' a' 'twas the day that we took	O
That bit o' black ruin they ca' Labbiesell	I
It seemed the hale hillside jist shivered and shook	O
And the red skies were roarin' and spewin' oot shell	I
And the Sergeants were cursin' tae keep us in hand	F
And hard on the leash we were strainin' like dugs	C
When upward we shot at the word o' command	F
And the bullets were dingin' their songs in oor lugs	C
And onward we swept wi' a yell and a cheer	C
And a' wis destruction confusion and din	D
And we knew that the trench o' the Boches wis near	C
And it seemed jist the safest bit hole tae be in	D
So we a' tumbled doon and the Boches were there	C
And they held up their hands and they yelled Kamarad	F
And I merched aff wi' ten wi' their palms in the air	C
And my I wis prood like and my I wis glad	F
And I thocht if ma lassie could see me jist then	D
When sudden I sobered at somethin' I saw	C
And I stopped and I stared and I halted ma men	D
For there on a stretcher wis Sandy McGraw	C
Weel he looks in ma face jist as game as ye please	C
Ye ken hoo I hate tae be workin' says he	M
But noo I can play in the street for bawbees	C
Wi' baith o' ma legs taken aff at the knee	M
And though I could see he wis rackit wi' pain	D
He reached for his whistle and stertit tae play	I
And quaverin' sweet wis the pensive refrain	D
The floors o' the forest are a' wede away	I
Then sudden he stoppit Man wis it no grand	F
Hoo we took a' them trenches He shakit his heid	F
I'll no play nae mair feebly doon frae his hand	F
Slipped the wee penny whistle and Sandy wis deid	F
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And so you may talk o' your Steinways and Strads	C
Your wonderful organs and brasses sae braw	C
But oot in the trenches jist gie me ma lads	C
Yon wee penny whistle o' Sandy McGraw	C

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