Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: Eb

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There was a soldier a Scottish soldier
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Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
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There was none bolder with good broad shoulder
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He`s fought in many  a  fray and fought and won
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He`d seen the glory and told the story 
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Of battles glorious of deeds victorious
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But now he`s sighing his heart is crying
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To leave these green hills of Tyrol

CHORUS
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Because these green hills are not high-land hills
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Or the island hills they`re not my lands hills
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And fair as these green foreign hills may be
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They are not the hills of home
 
VERSE 2.
And now this soldier this Scottish soldier
Who`d wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling
And he will fade away in that far land
He called his piper his trusty piper 
And bade him sound alay a pibroch sad to play
Up on a hillside but Scottish hillside 
Not on these green hills of Tyrol
CHORUS
VERSE 3.
And this soldier this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside a Scottish hillside
You`ll see a piper play His soldier home
He`d seen the glory he`d told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol
CHORUS