Irish Rovers - The Gallant Forty-Twa | Текст песни

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The Gallant Forty Twa
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.

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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.

Oh 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 at me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa.

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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'
For me and my braw laddie of the gallant Forty Twa.

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