At sixteen years he was a man
He left a heather-covered land
To soldier for a foreign cause
Campaigning in the foreign wars
At sixteen years wounded was he
His body torn in misery
And round about him the war did range
This matter run of such young age
The Rampant Lion, the musty Glen
The publand, Burns and the Mighty Ben
These are the things that were so dear
To the Scottish pioneer
The war was over, the world was torn
And torment in his soul was born
But, wandered, lost and taken hold
He sailed the way to look for gold
In heartless land of great extreme
He set out to fulfill his dreams
And toiling under the tropic skies
Men around him died like flies
The Rampant Lion, the musty Glen
The publand, Burns and the Mighty Ben
These are the things that were so dear
To the Scottish pioneer
The likes of him to
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